The soles treading the grass,
wind blowing the worries
as exams finally pass.
Self-presence away from stress
into Mother Nature’s home,
filled with bless
from carefree creatures
and vibrant flowers,
filling the picturesque view.

As I sat on a green patch,
my hands brushed upon
a clump of dandelions.
As I picked up a bunch,
the wind blew its white fur
into the horizon
after crashing to my face.
A brief moment of daze
graced my mind.

The dandelion’s touch
reminded me of her kind
care and loving friendship,
once bloomed a dandelion
in my heart.
Now a thin stem,
its fur gone like darts,
its lost beauty shipped

into memories and
dried-up tears.

Written by Austin Loo