A Stroll in Nature
Hear not the rustling leaves as you roam,
Why not hum and stroll, and take it slow?Bamboo stick and straw sandals
on the go,
Who fears the race? Rain and mist, lifelong companions, aglow.
The chill of spring breeze awakens with wine,
Slightly cold, the sun slopes down the hill to dine.
Looking back, where desolation prevails in hindsight,
Heading home, rain or shine, makes no difference in mind's sight. |