Around her green rows of trees
Breezy breaths and buzzing bees
Her crystal face mirrors serenity
A strip of pond far from city!
From autumn clouds sky pours its mirth
On this small village a mound of earth
Here men of soil hands smudged with clay
Merrily live in huts of hay!
When they smile it’s smile sure
Tooth bared from feelings pure
Truth they know learned no deceit
With open arms they warmly greet!
What they speak is unrehearsed
Flow from heart no grudge nursed
They don’t mince words haven’t the skill
Speak only that they truly feel!
This autumn day I’m their guest
By the almond pond in their thatched nest
To submerge deep in placidity
And forget awhile rush of city!