So vociferous is the calm of the woods

The heat of the morning sun blinds me to no end

The ostensibly endless raindrops cover my tears

Here I am persistent in natures arms.

So placid the blowing winds are

So fast were the hands of the clock

better is the mountains peak

And transmit is the oceans blue.

Yet, even in nature arms’ place

This heart still keeps puffed and sighing

And so I held in the winds

What other wonders of the world?

Could mend a melancholic heart?

And love birds happening to go by .