My heart belongs to countryside

Can't I just not eat, not sleep, and read books under a platanus tree all day?

Afternoon Waltz

Fiddle gently caresses southern wind
Grandpa's work whistles under water oak.
Its drooping arms are daydreams' home.
Vintage white swing echoes happy smiles
Placid notebook rests on mossy chair
Plaid cover & plain air,
From which country poetries gild.
Pressed cherry blossoms blush
Blooming into tales of loves and weddings.
Parched pages crack urban heart
Washing golden hues home.