🌄Take me someplace quaint
with cobbled steps and high walls,
green patches against the blue sheet.
Perhaps, to that far off hill
Just you and I
Like two birds rejoicing the song of life.
A thatched roof- our own cottage
Away from the bustle of city life;
Cornered by nature and the rich ravine.
Sun will shine the day, moon- the night
I’ll rear a herd of goats
In the pallor of the dying sky.
But, unsettled I get
When I look deep in your eyes
You, darling, have city hopes
And here it is I wish to die.
Sitting by the shore
On the edged jetties
Trailing through the fingers
Those cusps of clouds
With eyes shut, paused thoughts
Breathing all of nature in me.
Gathering the voices of wings,
Savoring the music of the lonely wind
Here I sit, not to go
But to make this call my rescue abode.
Mountain peaks shrouded by snow
Forest untouched, giving way to echo
River reeks magic into the world
Man resides in the lap of nature.
Bountiful it seem to the needs of man
Who does nothing but defiles the land
Ripping apart green and embracing the soot
Soiling the pristine sea to contend his mood.
There! There! The animals cry
Look around, as they continue to die
To satiate the humankind indulgence
Of his myriad urges of a grand life.
Sit back and think awhile
For nature too has a threshold line.