got to learn to live a simple life
a cottage in the woods
where you hear the woodpeckers chuck the wood
where nightingales sing their tunes
where you bathe in the river
naked
where you ride on a horse and joyride
through a sunny day
where glades and marshes hide the nest of birds
a simple silent life
where footfalls are careful and sure
where the night falls
only to show the fullness of the moon
and the brightness of the thousand stars in the skies shining
you gaze with your dog beside you
drinking orange juice and holding a rose on your hand
smelling the freshness of the trees
the holiness of solitude
in an endless time of bliss
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
All in a tree-house atop.....isn't it? lovely poem10