Watching the red petals fluttering gently in the breeze
The whitewashed walls of labors toil
Peace and tranquil moment eased
The busy bee knows not of closed doors.
Life to it is still and moving
No matter flutter to and fro
Sun drifting in the sky it seems
Nature knows no rancour or rankle
Enraptured by the sight beholden to view
Daydreams et vino red pettaled Portuguese.
The whitewashed walls of labors toil
Peace and tranquil moment eased
The busy bee knows not of closed doors.
Life to it is still and moving
No matter flutter to and fro
Sun drifting in the sky it seems
Nature knows no rancour or rankle
Enraptured by the sight beholden to view
Daydreams et vino red pettaled Portuguese.