The sight of the copse took my glance away
I couldn't help but taking an amble
My frame of mind was isolated for late
Feeling sorry about many things
And cursing my stars due to illness
But soon the malady of my heart was
Restored by the echo of the stillness
I was no more displeased and
Swigged a mouthful of Adam's ale.
Peace is not always easy to keep close
And the more we thirst for it
The more it goes forth,
The only order in the cosmos is
Just a cycle of calm and chaos
Because life is no bed of rose
But with pleasant emotions and thorns.
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