Driving through the mountains and green meadows,
The sound of the streaming river in all possible directions,
The blowing of the wind,
The dancing dandelions,

As the road continues my eyes pop wider and wider,
It seems so unreal,
The beauty is so enchanting that it takes my breath away,
Feels like a fantasy,

As I lay back in my seat,
I quietly listen to the birds sing,
Everything is so lively,

On every mountain there is a forest,
I see a group of chamelions crawling,

Making my way to the river,
Sitting on the edge I see a  shadow,
As I turn around I see a man,
So old and frail,
His eyes full of pain,
A solid and strong heart,

Focusing on his hand he holds a steel ornament,
As I concentrate on it I realise it's a chisel,

He seems so committed in what he's doing,
What a pained and exhausted life they have,

Our theories on life are so luxurious,
But these people work day and night for a living,
Saving up money for their families,
Though suffering from famine,

My heart throbs for these souls,
Who live through winter without shelter and coal.