Let. Me.

Let me look upward into the branches of a spreaded Banyan and know it grew slowly and well

Let me pause to look at a flower, to smell a rose-God's autograph, to chat with a friend, to read a few lines from a good book

Give me amidst the confusion of my life, The calmness of the everlasting hills
Break the tensions of my nerves with the soothing music of the singing streams and gentle rain that live in my memory.