under the fine, five-arched bridge,
picturesque on this sultry summer's day
as I relax, slowly closing eyelids,
hearing children play in the river
and the sweet tone of bells from the church;
a Sunday I wish could last forever.
The breeze caresses me with its touch.
The sun is welcome on my dreamy brow
as I feel all that matters is now.
I open my eyes, watch a leaf fall down,
to the soothing sound of hissing trees.
The leaf will turn a crispy brown,
crumbling in hands like dreams.
Clouds drift almost imperceptibly by
on this lazy, somnolent afternoon,
and it's an azure Arabian sky.
With deep regret I'll leave here soon
but I pity those who never find time
to savour days when the world is sublime.