Waking up to the whistle of the Malabar thrush
After being lulled to sleep by the river gurgle
Spending some time alone mulling
what's wrong with this world
Looking at those pretty little birds,
the early ones
Seems they prefer nectar to worms
Plonking down on my easy chair
Doing nothing, a loser in this world
Giving up all those comforts of success
To be a recluse, living in nature
Madness, you may say
All we have is just one day
The time is here and now
When you waste it all doing what you love
I'm sure it will never be a waste at all
Taking up the hoe, instead of the pen
Working on the land, the fruits are sweet
Making sure everything is right
And letting nature pave its own path
There's joy at the end of the day
A quiet satisfaction, tired as I lay
Contemplating on a tomorrow that will be fine
Even after I'm gone, this will stay
MVJ Simon
