A Great Flutist

It was a pleasant afternoon, I was walking along the riverside, Nice breeze was blowing And my mind was extremely pleasing. At some distance a flutist was playing his flute under a tree, Being enchanted by its beautiful tune I went near, What a pleasant moment it was! I just stood there spellbound And listened to the soothing song with rapt attention, With the breeze and the ripples of the river, The song of the flute was floating far away, I was reluctant to leave the place, but I had to return; I can walk miles and miles to listen to such a flute again.