That Vast green land
How appears as the Refuge
For the twilight to settle quiet
In fading light how the twilight drapes
The country as a scene just to behold,
Where silence is occasionally interrupted by homebound birds' chirpings,
Perhaps there the village comes
To a sleepy trance ,
Every day, at the hours of dusk,
As it settles quiet,
And the river only sings
There as it has been singing
Little Joys of life ,
Since human are born
To live upon this earth.
(*Note: upon a painting loosely based as attached,done by Olga Odal Chuk, courtesy: Musica Pittura e Dintorni.)
