The branches of the tree weighed down,
Content, the eagle rests,
Magnificence in all its grace,
Determination on its face.
The river's running strongly,
Even though the rain has eased,
I laze here on this wooden porch,
And gaze out yonder, proudly pleased.
The eagle once again takes flight,
Above the mountain tops, it soars,
The sun rays try to edge their light,
To the rivers shallow, crooked course.
Within an hour the clouds are gone,
The blue of skies in vivid light,
The seasoned rains have done their work,
The greenest land bares pure delight.
The meloncholy sounds of earth,
That nature brings to life,
Rewards our souls with blessedness,
Eliminates our worldly strife.
Take hold with hands and open hearts,
The freedom rights, your claim at birth,
With every breeze, a melody,
Beloved life on this here Earth.
Sarah, you have a real way with words! Charmingly crafted. In particular, I enjoyed reading the last stanza which has lot of strength. Thank you for sharing this poem.
Hi Sarah, Beautiful poem. You are a keen observer of nature. And the lovely image The branches of the tree weighed down, Great Sanskrit poet Kaalidasa has written that when they are rich with fruit, the trees bow their heads in humility. Your line reminded me the great bard of Indian lit. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah freedom! Not from chains or iron bars but from the stale confines we create for ourselves. The eagle rises instinctively and spreads his wings and claims the sky but we are so much better as we are not limited by space. We are not prisoners to fate. New roads, new ruts said G.K Chesterton. Our so-called old world remains undiscovered. We of free will soar highest while tasting the fruits of the valley.