Some roads less traveled
In the loving memory of my childhood Some roads less traveled Away from neon lights on the hillside yonder, I stumbled upon a hidden world's wonder, A scenery so beautiful, reaffirmed my faith in God, For this perfection could only be the work of Lord. The green so luscious and the blue so deep, Amidst the leaves ripe cherries merrily greet, The air so pristine, a battered soul would reform, I saw the nature closest to its true form. The Sun and Moon playfully tease the dancing river, Painting it vividly in red, yellow, orange or silver, Along the river banks, the hills stand so strong, The little hillside cottages paint a picture so warm. The man and animal live in exemplary harmony, People untouched by greed and power of money, A village blessed with poets, painters, singers galore, Lovingly share fresh food and interesting folklore. Was it so perfect or am I exaggerating one can ask, To my city fried brain, was a heaven in which ...