A Rustic Stride

The age of cacophony ,impels me on a rustic stride Away from the fancy spotlight, Where flowers bloom in robust rapture With its deacons fluttering with laughter, Where brothers embrace eachother ,with gleeful splendour Spreading their fronds to protect little hearts, so tender. Where a choir garbed with feathers of amber,jade and ebony Perform a soulful symphony . I walk along to meet a singing maid Combing her strands along fields of jade The day passes with tranquility Befriending the grace of these eminent personalities.