Four rows of trees…
And you’re free from the noise of traffic.
That’s almost like a miracle that you witness,
When you’re inside the wood.

Four rows of trees…
And you can hear the sound of silence.
The cricket’s sonorous creeks,
Welcome you to the lap of nature.

Four rows of trees…
And you forget about your troubles.
They seem like useless distractions,
That rob you of simple pleasures.

Four rows of trees…
And you can identify each crickets creek;
Some short, some long, some almost like a song.
They are the magical elements of nature.

Four rows of trees…
And you can be the audience to the chorus,
Of the multitude of birds, singing their songs.
Each answering the call of the other.

Four rows of trees…
And you can even listen to your soul.
The pain and pleasures of life;
Swell up and subside,
Giving way to calmness of mind.

Four rows of trees…
Is all it takes, to transfer you to that magic land;
Where you are yourself.
No guard, no pretence , no tact required.

Four rows of trees…
Can cure your body , mind and soul;
Which the materialistic world cannot.
It is a balm, for you, me and rest of the world.