The floating gardens sing and sway,
Nightingales chorus to a new day.
Koi carp drift lazily amongst the reeds,
Underneath the blossoms of the sakura trees.
Petals dance and drift and sink,
Atop the bridge a statue blinks.
Robed in mountains, trees and flowers,
Bathed in the fresh alpine showers.
She stands still.
what a beautiful and poignant evocation of the spirit of that place Shaun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a lovely piece, well crafted and a really great read.10/10 Regards Tom