Leisure Time

Let’s sit in the Wood for hours.

All our tasks at home can wait.

I’ll point out the pretty flowers,

While you talk to me of fate.

My struggle, I must confess,

Is living life to a strict law:

Checking tasks off of a list,

Seeking a day without flaw.

The real flaw is to live in chains.

Beauty hides in this still place!

Sit with me, and if it rains,

A deluge we’ll embrace!