When the world becomes drab
And full of droning voices,
The stamp of boredom on every slab
And i run out of choices,

I shut my eyes tight and dream,
Though fearful and lazy it may seem-
Of the encampment of beauty,
Grateful for my soul's epic duty.

I see green hills on every side,
Parted by rivers of even tide
Enclosing endless meadows
Where the wind gently billows.

The horses gallop all day long
The fishes know no fear of bait
The birds dwell safely in song
The people are alien to hate.

The trees and grasses sing
What the wind coyly whispers-
A song devoid of blisters,
The winds always bring.

This dream i find so wonderful
So spotless, so beautiful,
Of paradise ever hidden,
Of horses never ridden.