Retreat In The Hills Poem by Arti Chopra

I love
to see
the cottony clouds,
as they conme sailing by,
they nudge my window
light and airy,
they make me want to fly,

I love to feel the cool sweet wind
as it whistles through the pines
the winds so scented
siging a song
the feeling headier
than the rarest of wines

I watch bemused as the woodpecker pecks
so dilligently at the tree,
he carves a hole so round and secure
a woody nest for his family to be.

I love to watch the butterflies flit
the busy bumblings of the bee
the wildflowers open their colourful petals
swaying so enticingly

away from the city away from the noise
the hills are peaceful and serene,
no stress, no fear, no deadlines to meet
just nature and beauty unseen