Yearning

Let me go back to fields and trees,
Where air and sky give me that harmony,
Let me praise nature on my knees,
The song of birds, the gentle wind,
That is my symphony,
Let me live close to earth
And be creative,
Work with my hands, my mind,
Or lie beneath a rustling tree,
Where wind and air and sky and love
Are hallmarks of my liberty.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2006 Alfred Charasz