A Window View

A Poem by WanFong

What do you see outside your window? This is mine..

It is a view from the window of a shop house unit alongside the main road.

You can see flows of traffics; you can hear cheering of soccer team, bargaining voice of business and religious prayer 5 times a day. The clamor of the crowd is never ending. Being at the centre of the small provincial town, it is surrounded with bus terminal, banking services, commercial malls, food and restaurants, sports stadium, and religious centre. The township landscape is pretty ordinary, neither splendid nor extravagance in sculptures, statues, museums, architectural, designers, or anything of the sorts. Whenever there are times our town council is getting adequate budget, the people here will get to see some lightings, lamp posts, gardening, and community events. It is a lively district, yet reserved, low crime rate, laid-back lifestyle, and grows positive peoples. The trees and grasses and plants have had all just been chopped down to plant a new one as it is aging and growing into oversize scale. The traffics will certainly be haunted and disturbed with falling leaves, hanging branches and dropping trees. An alternative could be the trimming of all plants. It is a garden town rather than a metropolitan fakery, or is it just like everywhre else's version of reality...