Crimson hue emerging from east
Birds hopping engaged in a feast
buds opening to welcome the bees
Trees swaying in the morning breeze
Gardens are all abuzz with sound
When over birds move round and round
I am not really that insane
To return and sleep in my den
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a beautiful poem on nature having stunning expression with nice collocation where buds are opening to welcome the bees and trees are swaying in the morning breeze. Thanks for sharing this gem.10
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