The leaves picked up by summer winddanced across the roa...

The leaves picked up by summer wind

danced across the road.

The bells of Saint Thomas

rang out a heavy load.

 

Crossing down the country lanes

out of the sleepy town,

I gained a foothold in a glade

and in that forest, I sat down.

 

The yellow grass was soft and dry,

the blue sky shone in December sun.

I thought of how happy I was

now the season had begun.

 

Throw away your cares

and throw away your fears,

take a walk away from town-

In nature greet the new year.