The World I want to live . . .

While dawn say hello to the world,

Mist wake up the "Sait Pha Lue" flowers . . .

Letting my breathing deep into their smell,

I dare not open my eyes.

 

Mountain, Lake, trees and breeze will be enough for me.

Mindful to the breeze,

I'll sit freely under the shadow of the tree.

I may read a story . . .

I may write a poem . . .

I may say prayer . . .

Or I may be smiling to the flying birds.

 

I'll salute to the setting sun.

Love the image of sun in the lake.

Why should I let the music of the nature un wake ?

It is embracing me . . .

 

Under the starry sky,

I'll try to make the sand as my bed.

My world,

Let me fall asleep in peace . . .

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