A Shadow Passing By. Poem by Michael Kersting

Goodbye, goodbye, noisy city

I have had enough of your crowded streets,

Pollution and incessant babble

I shall go into the Woods and build a cabin

Amongst the chirping morning birds and summer flowers

Where I can sit by the babbling brook

And listen to the pleasant sound of running water

And read my books of Poetry and Philosophy in Peace

Where I can look at the wonderful sunset painting the emplty sky with

Its beautiful colours.

Where I can smell the uplifting fragrance of the wild flowers

And enjoy the beauty of Nature while I can can

For, alas, I am but a passing shadow i

In this mystical journey called Life