Whose farm this is as if I don’t know
Their farm is in a village
The soil is fresh
The fresh air of a farm
How this is wonderful
And how fun and nice
I wish the mice are not coming
To perish what we cherish
This is my last
As it goes fast
To my hopes
To my dreams
To one day make it the best farm
With big and good hopes
But I have to scope my life
The fun farm days it is
The blue sky to make it last
Green grass graciously are born
The rows of trees turn in to a pattern of life and laughter
To return to the city
Makes it a mission
Which is impossible
As I enjoy it as it last
When will I be able to dream again
To draw and make shapes of clouds and mountains
#Do you also have your escape and peace of a place ?Where do you escape to find peace ?