I dream for a quiet place -
where I can rest while mellow air refreshes my body and face
and not be disturbed by humans loudly talking outside;
or by the unpleasantly loud garden machinery;
or by the neighbour stomping heavily on the floor;
or by the cars honking impatiently on the street;
or by the person drilling into the wall;
or by the construction work happening outside;
this all rises inevitable anger in me and oh boy
I just dream for a quiet place to sleep where my rest will finally be deep.
I would gladly trade the city noise for the sounds of wildlife living -
bird singing, frogs mating, insects buzzing, wind blowing, rain dropping,leaves falling, thunderstorming ...