The Sky Above May Kiss the Grass

The village air is pristine, filtered and non polluted. It is from all the germs, diseases and bacteria disinfected. The country folks are simple, natural, serene and beautiful. They are unaffected by ego, vanity but are truly cheerful. God made the country and man made the town Man made the town but the industries have turned them artificial, selfish and only to groan villagers are strangers to the hustle and bustle. And many a worry of modern mechanical metropolitan life, the jostle and tussle. They live in the soothing silence of rural solitude. Hospitality and charity is their warm attitude They can digest whatever they dine. At the daybreak they wake up fresh, fit and fine They know what true exertion, true appetite, true satisfaction and true sleep is. They the various reveries and sounds of nature do not miss. The cock's clarion, the hum of grinding stones the tinkle of farm bells. The splash of waters, rustle of leaves, the lowing of cows and the chime of temple bells. It is a pleasure to listen to the whispering wind and to see the golden rising sun The laughing flowers, the evening shadows lengthening and the crimson setting sun The humble dwellings are built of clay and thatched with cornstalks and hay, No wonder the yokel here are content,perky,joyous and gay. Blessed are those who enjoy the village life's pleasures. Machines and industries have made man mechanical without any measure. The sky above may kiss the grass Astounded by the ethereal beauty of the village life.