On the evening shade with a drink
smell the cow dung, what a stink!
Ignoring the traffic on the road and
ponds are brimming with toads!
Idling the hours writing poems!
That right girl, you show them!
Let your mind be at peace
for the war is to cease!
I don’t mean to pry, but aren’t you bored?
No, as I get the inspirations
and from Myself the words just flow,
whilst my spirit harmony grows!
With a coffee, paper and pen.
I sit relaxed and with Zen!
The power within flows free
so come and join me!
I let the turmoils wash over me,
sitting in the evening shade.
Watching the people mill about,
whilst the daytime light fades.