The Countryside

Beautiful, it is!

                                              In the countryside.                                             

Little birds twitter by,

On green, green trees.

Flowers seem to smile,

                                               Covered with dew.               

                                                                                         A pretty girl dances,

                                                                                                  Gay and joyous.

A difference she makes

From the city girls,

With false smiles and proud faces.

                                      Fluttering by are butterflies

With colourful wings,

                                                Making me sing.

Mountain peaks hidden by mist,

Give an air of romance.

And as the mist rolls away,

They seem to touch the sky.

The first rays of the sun,

Red and orange in colour,

                                              Kiss the rippling river.      

                                                                                  

                                                                                                The joy my heart feels,

To be on the countryside,

                                                                                              Is unknown to me.

But all’ll feel the joy,

The joy one cannot have,

Who lives in the city

                                          

 And who wouldn’t tell?            .

The city’s a hell,

And village a heaven

Anusha

9 yrs.