I stand alone among fields,
facing mighty mountains to the east,
kissing the whispering breeze,
gazing at the borderless sky,
Now and then sheeps stop by,
resting under my open arms,
nibbling away the lush grass,
chatting animal tales,
while sleeps a lazy shepeard
dreaming of woollen bundles
gifted from heaven, at his doorstep.
Grey clouds showering rain,
mid-day sun warming the land,
winds arising from hills afar,
I grow stronger with them.
Beacause of nature I exist,
in nature I merge myself,
for, what exists on earth
distinct from Mother Nature?
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