The sandy road, it stretches on;
This path my feet have trod so long.
Alas the quiet brings no song.

And so my wish is for a bed.
A place to lay my fractured head
To gather pleasant thoughts instead.

Of brightly colored insect wings.
To hear the song a wood lark sings
And all the sounds that nature brings.

So as I walk this lonely road
My inner thoughts make light my load.