Ancient World Poem by wander angel

I thought of the old world.

The world that full of ancient knowledge.

Humans, animals and trees  are oneness.

 

I dream about the old world.

The world that everything has its spirit within it,

The spirit of trees, the spirit of mountain., the spirit of river and sky.

People look at nature without the eyes of  materialism.

 

I dream about nature.

The place that have no the big building.

And human brain free from business,  profit.

And lethal germ of selfish.

The place that we learn from everything not only read in  books.

We can sleep well without worry and our hearts can hear the sound of bird, insect, wind and vibration of nature breath.

 

 

 

I thought of the old world.

The world that full of ancient knowledge.

Humans, animals and trees  are oneness.

 

I dream about the old world.

The world that everything has its spirit within it,

The spirit of trees, the spirit of mountain., the spirit of river and sky.

People look at nature without the eyes of  materialism.

 

I dream about nature.

The place that have no the big building.

And human brain free from business,  profit.

And lethal germ of selfish.

The place that we learn from everything not only read in  books.

We can sleep well without worry and our hearts can hear the sound of bird, insect, wind and vibration of nature breath.

 

 
I thought of the old world.

The world that full of ancient knowledge.

Humans, animals and trees  are oneness.

 

I dream about the old world.

The world that everything has its spirit within it,

The spirit of trees, the spirit of mountain., the spirit of river and sky.

People look at nature without the eyes of  materialism.

 

I dream about nature.

The place that have no the big building.

And human brain free from business,  profit.

And lethal germ of selfish.

The place that we learn from everything not only read in  books.

We can sleep well without worry and our hearts can hear the sound of bird, insect, wind and vibration of nature breath.