Lime green meadow bathed in sun
Bright sun then dappled by clouds
Changing light on swarthy yellow flowers
Delicate balance like emotion itself
Long forest green mystic background
We walk like pilgrims of beauty
Beauty that is never objective
Though universal and intuitive
Basking breeze blows the long grass
Monarch Butterfly landing on milkweed
Field of July profound and worthy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem