I lay upon the short cropped grass
beneath the shade of an oak tree
and watched the clouds which slowly passed
across the sky towards the sea.
I wondered idly should I stroll
towards the cliffs above the sea.
Where I could watch the breakers roll.
the waves in motion ceaselessly.
The lazy buzzing of the bees
Persuaded me that I should stay,
just where I was and take my ease.
Tomorrow was another day.
An afternoon of indolence.
Stress therapy without expense.
31-Jul-08
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Thank U Ivor! *10*! ! Nature (is) a therapy! The price is right For it is ' free '! ! These wondrous things That one can see, inevitably Removes all stress - miraculously! ! Friend Thad
This just sends me off there... perfect flow for stress-busting content! t x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tomorrow was another day. An afternoon of indolence. Stress therapy without expense.... y a it is one of the best available wtihout any expese. we must go to nature...... beautiful write and educative too... read mine 'why do we neglect nature?