peace under the maple tree

From the din and disdain of my own city,

Methinks I have become so dull and silly;

Ah, in shades of this marvelous maple tree

May there be my small and sweet home.

Where the day is thankful for the sunshine,

And the night brings peace, love, and tranquility.

Where Galah is singing with flora in shades of pine,

And dew is shining on the leaves of the grass.

Where the Oriental air is playing music fine,

And the gentle Moon is upon her emas throne.

Where the champak buds are yielding a sweet

Wine through with the sun's attractions.

Oh, coquetry sparrows be your songs a peace

To my soul, O, handsome birds on the golden

Shores of the live stream, give me a living dream;

And hold a course on this thanksgiving Eve.

My yearning come live with me, O, dear stars

Above governing our conditions, fill well my angelic

Dream, be your smile a shining light in my eyes

Over and above that, be my days, the song style.

©Poet Affaq 

#Mysticpoetry #Naturepoetry #lyrucalpoetry