Through hectic bustle of city streets
Frantic rat race with loud noise meets
Multi-coloured crowds and light
How I long for deep respite
At last, the long week’s end I reach
End of frenzy, and of speech
Retreat into your swaths of green
Fewer things heard, more things seen
Cascades of roses from trellis fall
Grazing goats and finches enthrall
Wildflowers on curving path
Through the shadows statues cast
I wander slowly along the rocks
My well-worn route smooths down the shocks
At long last my thoughts release
My mind, my soul, now at peace
Tyršův Sad, Photo by Author
