My mind never rests...
When I'm on the way to school on a bus, I keep looking out of the window. Seeing the trees waving and the leaves quivering, I wonder, I wonder what they feel about being on the roadside.
How can they stand the polluted air?? the leaves are dull and the branches bend down hopelessly. They're tired, really really tired. I can hear their soft sound," bring us away.. bring us to our home, that lovely forests....please..please..." .....
Looking around inside the bus, it's a strange feeling. People from differnet background and don't know each other are staying in such a small space. Mostly they're all in silence. What are they thinking about? Nothing is told to me from their eyes. Will it be wonderful if I can listen to their heart? No...I don't want to have such kind of ability? It will be a suffering, I know.....