Hey I have an idea
its crazy but lets elope
pack your things
on first available flight we hop
shed off the bruises given by life
close to nature is the best way to cope
lay under the starry skies
and look at the milky way through telescope
wake up with flowers on bed
and poetry filled envelope
listen to symphonies and songs
in long baths with candles, Epsom salt and lavender soap
build swings on trees
roll down the meadow slope
share some jokes with the giggling kids passing by
or maybe play and skip some rope
breathe in the pure air
dance in the floating clouds on the mountain top
sit in the woods quietly and scope
for birds, goats, deer or an antelope
not think about the world we leave behind
not even the responsibilities NOPE!
we can start fresh after getting back
but with lots of memories and good energy I HOPE!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ahhh what a dreamy poem lets elope ;) lol