To a quiet place I like to chill Below the bottom of a hill I linger there for a while Until the sun begin to smile Plants are fresh with the morning dew And different colors in shades of hue Then I wrote what seems to be fun And watched the fog erase by the sun Inspiration I felt its flow And poetry itself began to grow I look across the river And saw few ducks floating together Nature is love in the blossom field Expressing itself from the way it feels Horses scattered on the land I felt they trampled from where I stand The sun is in its humid rays And still I would stay here for many days Just to write what natures create And what it gives will appreciate