Feel the breeze of morning July
In an early strides at its field of rye.
See the bloom of posies, buttercup and daisies
That's the wonder of country life never ceases.
With the rushing water at its brook
And don't forget the shades at the nook,
With every creature that nests at its branch
That's the pleasure of life in the ranch.
See the tiny insects in their busy life
Yet so happy, content, and never get bored.
How I wish country lives won't change
I would be totally grateful to the one WHO made the EARTH.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love your poem. I, too, wish country life would never change. There is too much beauty, as you've described. And thanks for sharing such beauty with the readers. May you keep writing. Voted 10