A Shadow Passing By
Goodbye, goodbye, noisy city
I have had enough of your crowded streets,
Pollution and incessant babble
I shall go into the Woods and build a cabin
Amongst the chirping morning birds and summer flowers
Where I can sit by the babbling brook
And listen to the pleasant sound of running water
And read my books of Poetry and Philosophy in Peace
Where I can look at the wonderful sunset painting the empty sky with
Its beautiful colours.
Where I can smell the uplifting fragrance of the wild flowers
And enjoy the beauty of Nature while I can
For, alas, I am but a shadow passing by
In this mystical journey called Life
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