I picture myself sitting on a river bank
The willow hanging loosely by my side
I have my life and nature I should thank for this
And beauty follows me with every stride
Once resting and at peace with mother nature
The passing hours and minutes seem like jewels
Away from all the pressure and the future
Away from all the idiots and fools
The silence only broken by a passing wind
That flutters as a warm and welcome breeze
As if it reaches out to me then disappears
And brings me gently to a life of ease
The sleep I take in briefly has me restful
As the daylight drifts in hours of mid-day sun
And all my worries vanish into nothing
As nature fills my heart, and takes my hand
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the poem has come like the flow of water of that river.