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  • May K.
  • Dec 6, 2014
  • 1 min read

Lady Storm is walking through

Her head as high as the clouds

Ominous, dark and thick as a blanket

Harbinger of doubts


Lightning flashes from her eyes

And they are shockingly bright

She roars in anger and in pain

Till the day is as dark as night


Her tears fall like rain of arrows

Falling through the air

And drapes around her like a fine veil

As delicate as a hair


And as she glides through the town

It sways with each step

Swooshing like a curtain in the wind

In the middle of an afternoon nap


But oh how she cries and cries

As she has ever since she was born

So mind where you go and mind where you sleep

And watch out for Lady Storm


Copyright © 2014 by Kwek Yi Zhen


  • May K.
  • Dec 6, 2014
  • 1 min read

Updated: Aug 7, 2019

The forest melody is high and shrill

It speaks of a life ever in a thrill

As wild as the distant hills

Lived only through force of will


Its song lasts long into the night

And is renewed with the morning light

It’s only ever heard, it’s never in sight

But yet seems mysterious and bright


It is sung by the lingering breeze

The ever swaying, whispering trees

By the birds hiding amongst the leaves

And the rippling forest streams


It is heard by all with ears

Both the young and old in years

Some find in it safety and others fear

For either way the forest in near


For it sings of life in the tree’s shadows

Of its many highs and many lows

Of the dances meant just for show

And fights for one’s life to hold


And forever will the forest melody be sung

As it has since the forest first begun

Of life springing in the sun

And resting when the day is done


Copyright © 2014 by Kwek Yi Zhen


  • May K.
  • Feb 19, 2014
  • 1 min read

Updated: Aug 7, 2019

Quiet now, keep still

And gently close your eyes

Tilt your head slightly upwards

Towards the glorious sky


Can you hear the wind blowing?

Just beside your ear?

Listen, can hearing it speaking?

About things far and near?


Taste the cold wind swept air

 And hear the wind rush like the sea

Then you know as the wind has told

That a storm will come eventually


Or perhaps a whispering rush

That hurries through the trees

Calling you, yes, calling you

“Quickly! Come and see!”


Or maybe the breeze that blows

Everlasting by the sea

Telling tales of war and strength

And the peaceful and free


Or maybe the best voice of all

That the wind whispers in your ear

“Calm and peace be with you”

You know the Lord is near


Copyright © 2014 by Kwek Yi Zhen


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