Set back from the old dirt road
and the slightly aged red house
is a small quiet pond
with a tall and majestic weeping willow
standing beside it,
each morning I wonder back
to visit my dear friends
and sit beneath the sturdy willow tree
staring out across the lake
to the breath taking view
I find myself
surrounded by the tranquil branches
enclosed in my own piece of paradise
peacefully listening
nature's sweet melodies
As I lay upon the lush green grasses
wasting the hours away
a blissful calm resides over me
and for brief moment each morning
I'm at peace with the word
I'm lost in my own world
and content with my individual reality
while I relax beneath my majestic tree,
silently wishing I never had to leave
the safety of my weeping willow branches
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem