As I gaze at the swaying branches
Covering shadows hovering in trickling light,
I feel the breeze that enfolds, then leaves,
Like the echo of a silent whisper, as it takes flight!
The freshness of the spring
Renews my whole being
As it sprinkles down to meet the flow,
Which makes its journey below!
Making my way along the stoney trail
As for a while, together we travel,
I wonder at its destination
Whilst I journey to my own!
usually we are up above trying to pear at the running water below.... lovely you became a mermaid one with nature and looked up at the fuzzy images whizzing by.... absolutely lovely fresh and charming.....short focused and flows like a brook....kudos :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely descriptive poem.