There's a place I
long to wander
across green grass to where rivers meander.
There I'll pluck some fresh flowers
and smell pure scent ,the natural power.
Then I sit a while in sweet repose
and let dreamlike thoughts doze.
The blue sky will be the plateau
and the green grass my pillow.
I will drink nectar of the morrow
and drown in yesterdays' sorrow .
I hope the trees of understanding grow
and lifes' tempest come slow.
I'll learn the language of the birds
and hope to captivate with words.
Let me wander far from chaos
into the stream of peace I cross.