The news of the day
Strangles my heart
And causes my brain to fray.
Then through my window
The stoic mountains loom,
Green clad hills
Roll towards my room;
Fill my scene
With peaceful green.
Peaceful, restoring;
A myriad shades of serene
Transport me through my window,
To lie in the emerald green
Freshly cut grass below.
Birdsong from wild olive trees
Rings its echo in me.
A butterfly, free and bright,
Lands light on a young lemon tree,
Of sun-kissed golden green.
In the warmth of the sun,
A rapacious baboon,
High on Eden's fig tree,
Feasts on the fruit
And looks at me.
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