Nature

Nature, I want to lie on the soft wavy grass. Under a shady tree, listening to the song of the Thrush. I'm tired of this weary way, of the vices, the decaying, time wearing me every day! I can't get why we hurt other with scorching words, fight with race, religion! The lambs have to go homeward. Two days ago or after, we will breathe our last. Why, do we feel hatred, and turn wrong, unjust? Nature, my best teacher, spread your hand and take me in your serene, gentle, soothing land. Forgetting all the pains, the strife and sorrow, I'll, take rest on your lap, your calmness, let me borrow!