The mountains circle around me,
The green grass is tall and dense.
There's beauty as far as I can see,
It's a treat for every sense.
The trees are swaying to and fro,
The sun hides high in the sky.
Atop this hill I look below
And see joggers passing by.
I should feel buoyant, without care
But my mind and thoughts linger elsewhere.
I'm sitting at the city park
On a cloudy summer day.
I listen to the wind's remark
As my wife and baby play.
They run and laugh, they slide and swing
It's an entertaining show.
With a smile and gentle fling,
My little boy waves hello.
My world and heart should be silverlined
But thoughts of leaving weigh on my mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nice dramatic twist; word subtraction might be well-employed, here and there, but on the whole, interesting.