Rare moments in time: when the spirit feels free,
And the welcoming scent of freshly cut grass,
Fills the summer air. And birdsong is so sweet
To the ears. We relax and watch time pass.
Precious moments in time; when what we perceive
Unfolds like a dream and life's weight is untied
From our weary bodies. At last we can breathe
In the silence and gaze into deep blue skies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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