My kind of world
A passion of green
Trees of multi-colours
A touch of golden brown
Silver babbling brooks
With the added colour of the sun
When the cool wind passed by
With the scent of a thousand flowers
Which washes away our sorrows
In the evening the sun descends
The brook’s colour turns blue
It is the turn of the moon to rise
With thousands of twinkling stars
It would be a rare sight
If I could see my kind of world.