The Misty Lands

Far away in the misty lands, There lived a man admired. He got away from city life, It was his soul desire. He built his hut on grassy land, Near the river bed. And only hunted what he can, And never over fed. He heated his house with burning wood, That made the winter good. No violence or killings too, In his neighborhood. The freshness of the morning spring, With trees and daffodils; Blue white skies amongst those things, Was like those fairy tales. Far away in the misty lands, Is a life that some desire. To get away from city life, Amongst it’s stressful fires.