The poetry of earth is alive and well
With all the song birds in wood or dell
Chirping their orchestral music loud,
Flitting from branch to branch proud.
From the earth the worms do pass
And slither between blades of grass,
They take the lead in their quest
To see who can travel the furthest.
They suffer the warm sun and dry day
In their journey they may lose their way.
Only to be eaten by the birds from the air
Seen swooping down with devil may care.
The poetry of earth is alive and well
Natures sweet story to share and tell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Two hundred years, the spirit us intact :)