Peace and solitude surround me
as I lie in the green meadows
by the burbling brook and old windmills
under the white clouds and blue sky
as butterflies fly about and birds sing.
A cool breeze gently shakes
the wildflower and tree leaves
as the cheerful sun warms your face.
Right now, for a little while,
you have no worries, and the world is perfect.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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