As I saunter,
a leisurely stroll...
along winding lane with pasture
could see the chiefly evergreen shrubs,
as done by a browdster
whose an actual dabster.
River burbled
Stream gurgled
along the down chorus
when creatures amorous....
But am alone
all alone
ampling along
the green foliage...
Away from the hard-press,
away from the throng,
wiping out the trails all along.
With peace in mind,
harmony in ears.
As a constant in here,
forever and ever.
