Majestic scenes of idyllic beauty conjugating shadows,

And dots on a verdant scape,painted as a renaissance master,

The wisps of smoke curling a greyish path of destiny,

As wafted as a feather on a thin evening breeze,

Memories from my childhood,washing my cheeks with peace,

Sweep back as a murmuring refrain,and momentarily,

As if time stopped in its imaginary track

Nature's heart-felt praise of simplicity greets us,for here rests

No imitations of immortality,or a tincture of deceit;

No open exaltations of tin gods,

As neither Athena  nor Artemis raises a silent voice.

This restful abode of  quiet,like an Elysian field,

Where peace more than wealth flowered my life,

[For we lived in  ''dolce far niente'']

And no perplexing problem or paranoia,

Reared its grotesque head as a Gorgon,

And the sky's brass shield to me,

With hardly a turbulent cloud was cluttered,

For seemingly with all,

Nature had signed its pact of peace in chambers.