Bucolic beauty
Bring me in
Bathe me in foggy mornings
And temperate afternoons
Where peace and shelter
Mingle intimately with
Our Mother
I won't complain when your vines twist
Around the stony structure I constructed
I will marvel when you send your children
To smell the blooms
Lining my path home
I will leave your creatures alone
Respect your power over me
I am but a mortal soul
Wishing to be welcomed
Into your sacred ground
Bucolic beauty
Bring me in
Dress me in florals
Surround me in peace
Calm my tired body
Can life really be so simple?
I must believe it can be
Let my mind escape from the overwhelming race
I know I won't win
I haven't the heart for it
Only for the bucolic beauty
Thanks for reading!
About the Creator
Renee
I live for unexpected experiences and good food! As a cultural-enthusiast and linguaphile, my studies and passions have taken me around the world. I teach English as a foreign language and I believe that language is beyond powerful.


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