Strolling In Solitude

Strolling in the cool breeze,

Under the sun, by the river.       

So cold the air, folks shiver,

These are the moments one may seize.

Never ending fresh daisies,

Giving out a wonderful scent.

Unlike the ones laid in cement,

These are the moments one may seize.

High on a tree, the abode of bees,

They continue their miraculous work.

Hardworking, just like a clerk,

These are the moments one may seize.

Don’t feel like returning back to that disease,

Where one is not cherished.

No life in mortals, like those who have perished,

I wish to stay here, because these are the moments one may seize.