Sometimes it pays to open the window
and gaze at world’s wonder,
where flowers bloom and trees stretch,
rising up to heaven, where the rivers
offer you fresh water,
where the wind dances in its own rhythm-

There will be no sadness in the air
as everything is nature’s special gift-
the mountains rest proudly
and the shadow of the clouds covers its plains,
and the terraces

The robin’s song will accompany the rustle of the wind-
and there, a perfect music is heard,
rivers, leaves, and the robin’s-
whistling the still and those lying dead.

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