The afternoon is warm,
Sun is at its brightest,
The warm breeze,
Caress my skin.
The home is quiet,
A pair of bulbuls,
are in a conversation,
As I hear that song of theirs,
as if in tandem,
Chirping sparrows join in,
& the sun birds, join the chorus too.
It was all like a lullaby,
as I was about to fall asleep.
All of a sudden,
a cloud of cicada,
decides to join the party!
Loud, lengthy, high pitched,
But, all seem to be in harmony
However, &, whatever one feels
Nature never fails to make one feel better
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks Jayne...means a lot