An ancient mind in a modern age
Is what thy skull beholds.
Alone with the ignorance of the soul;
The gift that the present bestow.
Romance heavenly haunts these thoughts
That speak these solemn words.
Nature is thy sadness’ smile
O’ airs’ graceful birds
That fly amongst the sky at dawn
And greet thy sight with wings
That let upon my hair with breeze
And those holy songs thee sings.
Can I explain how clouds do form? -
Which in the sea sky they have rafted.
They don’ follow the rules of modern day
For they are anciently crafted.
And bumbling wings of bumbling bees
You as well do grow thy cheeks.
Thy self, in time, do hope that earth
Will long for what these eyes do seek.
Many take our surroundings for granted, until it's tooooooo late.
those who are too engulfed in the modern age, do not appreciate nature. nice poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the way your write is amazing, especially considering your age <3 10