When the band started to dance

As the chamade shouts loud

The heartbeat range rapid

As the drummer starts drumming

The smiles line in every frown

When the band dance

Trials came dancing in

Daring the green apple musicians

Testing their root and sweetness

As the beat glides and fluctuates

When sadness march up stage

My dear drummer and pianist cried

The beloved guitarist sob

So cold, so lonely the sound now

Too slow the drumbeat  that hit

As the band play their instrument

As you dance and enjoy their music

Don’t forget to sing and pray for them

If trials in their land visit them

Please be strong and hug them


Hi! It’s Peaceful here.

Look at “my world”.

It’s fresh and got a wonderful serene. You are welcome; everybody who seeks for friend and comfort is welcome actually. You are most welcome if you are a good listener.

Wander, as if you are the best voyager under the sun.

Dig my hidden treasure as if you are the most diligent miner among the rest (I assure you, there is gold hidden).

Observe my innermost, as if you are the great and most careful specialist.

I used to be a astray flower growing wild. But when a mystery poured on me, I was saved in droughty desert.

Look how simple I can be as a friend, but everybody if not all will surely be delighted to see what I saw and still can see  in my world.

A humble flower will talk and confess.

She’s a flower of few words, so be patient if some words are short. She just hoped that the observer can smell the fragrance of the SIMPLE WILD FLOWER.