I WANT PEACE FROM THE FIELD

I WANT PEACE FROM THE FIELD

I want the peace of the countryside,
In the song of the birds;
In the mourning of the waterfalls,
That feed the rivers.

In the freshness of the grass,
In the morning voice;
In the soul of the wind,
In the music of the rain.

In the silence that governs,
Songs of archangels;
In the calm of the angels,
In the music of the rain.

I want the peace of the fields,
No hot mate bitter;
Unhurried conversations,
With the companion.

In the stillness of the clouds,
Earth travelers;
In the blue of this sky,
That houses the nirvana.

In the tic tac delays,
From the old clock;
Friend of time,
Who never spends.

I want the peace of the countryside,
In the patience of the trees;
Who drink from the earth,
Food to life.

In the brightness of the stars,
Who paint dawns;
On the day that arrives,
Dress light.

And in your smile,
That enchants my life;
I want this peace,
To give to my people.

                    * J.L.BORGES