The Getaway

I know of a getaway, away from it all
Far away from the noise, where few footsteps fall
Resting blissfully in nature’s loving arms
Where we can give in to the life’s simple charms

Where rises the sun early and bright
And the weather is always just about right
With early morning rain to wash its face
And clouds to line the sky like pearly white lace

With tress laden with apples,raw and sweet
And farms all around gleefully waving its golden wheat
With a gentle river to maintain the peace,
Overwhelm the troubled mind and bring it to ease

This place, it would break your heart to leave
This haven, where a year would seem but an eve
This getaway of mine, is no childish fancy
This portal to heaven, is beyond what you could ever fancy