On a dirt road in the country side,
Nothing but hills surrounded me.
Hills that blossomed in the spring with beautiful shades of green.
Neighbors were a field away.
It was travelled by few but many at the same time.
A road for night-time walks and hearing the crickets evening song, the frogs croak,
and the whisper of the wind rustling through the fields,
making that peacful night-time walk eerie.
A road to learn how to ride a bike on and then,
a few years later, how to drive a car.
Travelled by big tractors, an occasional car,
And every now and then,
the hooves of escaping cows.