away from the din poems

Let me seek asylum in the silence of my woods
away from my city
of blaring horns and confusion- plaguing
slashing my birds

Let me sit on the banks of my silent stream
gazing at the fishes floating by
listening to the music of my trees
playing on the strings of my breeze

Let me lie on my verdant fields
dappled sunlight playing hide n seek
till my moon arrives with the stars
driving away my gloom
with their torches-
shining!