The Old Rocking Chair

There in the valley above the rugged mountain,
A small hut so beautiful inside,lighted dimly.
Beauty undisturbed with fishes in the fountain
Living with the birds and trees so finely.
People said a couple with no children lived
Soundless but full of joy up in the hut
No visitors the animals being saved
A happy and secured life they had led
The old man cheered at all the strangers
And provided morsel food to the travelers weary,
Fished out of the nature's dangers
They both each other loved dearly.
Evenings they watched the sun set together
A lovely sight to behold, like heaven-
All they had but not a son or a daughter
This life might have me rough or even
Peace and war, died the soldier
And everyone but remains the old rocking chair.