Let not thy heart be troubled

To all who in life wander to and fro,
If you just stand still and listen, Lo!
You’ll hear the whispers of the wind
Over the cornfields as it sweeps low.

Look up in the sky at the harvest moon,
In this enchanting silvery night and soon
you’ll feel much at peace with the world
and life will seem like a priceless boon.

If you follow the meandering stream
You’ll feel floating in the air as in a dream,
Frolicking with the free roaming clouds
and scale the towering  peaks at whim.

Attune yourself to the sounds of the night,
Fireflies fleeting by flaunting a dazzling sight,
And those who ever have no place to go
Seek a home warmed by hearthside light.

Let not thy heart be troubled no matter
Listen to the raindrops pitter-patter,
Follow the rolling clouds of monsoon
see nature reborn by the scent of water.