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 ?