Sweet golden moments of the gone past
Trickle down from memory like honey drops
Leaves of the time tree start moving, as
Fresh breeze of loneliness come blowing
Peaceful minds had a good harvest as
season change was of course normal
Wearher used to be not that big crazy
Mother earth was very pure and untouched
Clear air and clean streams lot inspired
Poets and monks with God's wisdom
Praising the works of creator, they
Preached to safeguard the nature
Greed and bad desires of our times
Sowed seeds of destruction so fast
Calmness and comfort are replaced, by
Shameful and selfish loud motives
Modern world life styles made scars on
Bodies and hearts of all humans
Shades of oasis should spring up for
Leading us backwards to real joy
