I sit in my garden and look out,
There before is the wonder of nature,
The innumerable green swards
Flowing before me,
Interspersed with the browns of woods
And the bright yellows of hayfields.
The bright sun shining down
From the clear blue sky.
I look out in absolute bliss
As I know that the only boundary
To my garden is as far as my eye can see,
Knowing that the boundary to my garden
Is the far horizon.