When a tourist like me, wanders around
What would he like to see? –
Dew and frost glistening, astound
Many an eye; my cup of tea
Whosoever doth clothe the ground
With royal sprouts – a wonder is he
For His belongings own many a pound
Deserving astonishment behind a glee.

When a tourist like me, goes his way
What would he like to hear? –
Rivers quiet despite the day’s May
Those that meander beneath no fear
The birdie melody in the Sun’s first ray
Sweeter is it than honey; I cheer
That able are none to compose a play
As pleasing as this nature’s near.

When a tourist like me, passes the Sun
What would he like to say? –
Stories of the ancient, when many were one
When green dominated the brown way
The tales, not of the developed flesh’s stun
But of the living that brighten the day,
Are awe-inspiring, I swear that none
Amidst we crowds, can lead the nature astray.

When a tourist like me, roams with no guide
What else would he ever want? –
Gold leaves and silver dew by his side
The enthusiasm of air that he may never pant
The joys of the chirps, with the Sun, abide
And a satisfied belly’s within a tenant
The pleasure of harmony may forever reside
That in him may be dissolved its beauty elegant.

Of what else may my mind rejoice?
Of what else can it be proud?
Even with mighty peaks and diverse noise
Oh my world! When will your bushes be mowed?
But tell, I must, how I wish for one voice
Two eyes – one sight, two people – one crowd
How I wish for peace – the cause of all joys
How I wish that friends and foes were loved.

day’s May: day’s happy noises
brown way: land
stun: famous intelligence
bushes: people

Fiona Sunny

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