Tired drowned in the work days hours,
Rolled up sleeves with a fatigued yawn.
Blown away by the world so darn
Rolling all over to an exit from the social yard.
Off to the ends of the plains left so far,
With the banks of the river kissing the steps of the peaks with a laugh
And the grass tall enough to hide one’s falls
Weaving back the soul torn apart.
So magnificent is the sight,
Like hypnosis in plain sight.
Oh the peace has brought back the purpose of life,
Living the moment just like it’s once in a lifetime.
Oh Ru The Soul…©®