Fallen Leaves
Feel and fly
With words and wings
Me and I
We talk about everything!

These are just words, like fallen leaves, touching the earth for the first time the moment they are being read. But for me, the wind that stirs them now on the ground is still the same as it was when they were on the tree. The fluttering before the fall is my joy and still is on the ground. I hope you will find a stirring within the leaves too.

Poems:
when wind meets rain | well child | a c of change | teach |
my little candle | like fireflies | mute fingers | tell me | terror |
leaf language | last lights | nymphood dream | heartstrings |
deso-u-lation | last post | to fish a setting sun | timelessness |
waking up to a dream | 100 years bodhi tree | cast your dice |
a sorrier sight we are than death stars | on brave shores |
turtles in cyrene |
Pleas (for nature conservation & sensibility):
chek jawa | changi trees | sungei mandai | green plan |
upper changi road north | trees of labrador | stopping noah |
a 100 years bodhi tree | green voices, take heart |
losing a green lung: sentosa forest | not just 'a few plants' |
scum at macritchie reservoir | today I've been made a chimp |