Oh! How one longs, to be a part
Of Almighty’s work of art;
The vast canvas with shades of green,
Hills serene, the Golden Sun between.
Fragrance in air, rapids under feet bare
I lie in Nature’s lap without a care;
Could I please give the city a miss
And forever experience this bliss!
If only I could shirk, all that work
Hence, in my thoughts I’m lost.
The beep of my cell breaks the trance with a jerk
That’s when I recollect Frost:
“The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep. “
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