Isn'T Heaven Found In the Peaceful Countryside
Cloudy and gloomy skies
spread out their clouds
to let sunshine occasionally peak
down the yellow fields of wheat!
A farmhouse stands alone,
it wasn't made of bricks,
but of mud and stone;
here any wind howls!
Isn't Heaven found
in the peaceful countryside
to escape the loud noise
and the visible smog?
It's such a perfect place
for that vagrant or a hog
to lay down without worries!
Groves of pines is the home
of ravens and hummingbirds,
there the caravans of gypsies
are parked along the dusty roads...
while a beagle chews on a bone,
and a grubby, adolescent boy watches
him while he plays chess with his friends!
Isn't Heaven found in the peaceful countryside?
No sirens and car honking can harm anybody's ears;
strolling along the avenues of any big city isn't safe
at night, people are scared to step outside,
afraid of encountering muggers and thieves...
is there a city safer than the countryside?
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