I sat under a lush green tree

While the sun was ablaze 

The dark shadow mimicked the tree

I was having a faint siesta during this scene

The warble of the birds slowly fainted

I was in a stupor, lying on the sun-burned grass

My eyes were partially opened

I saw the clouds chortling alone

This silence couldn’t be experienced in the city

This is the only place that I want to be in

Snoring with the dry, blowing sand 

And suspiring the fresh village air