In my rustic living,
I'm surrounded by farm steads,
By natures terrific landscape,
Decorated with pretty ferns.
I'm not alone when I'm alone,
As natures music fills the air,
I'm preoccupied with listening,
To the tranquility that's austere.
Off plants when the rain trickles,
Or sounds made by fluttering birds,
These insignificant binaural beats,
Are what help soothen my nerves.
I'm in love with this wonder
And I'm glad that she's been a friend,
Here's to my rustic living,
Where all my worries disappear.

© Cogua