The air is wintry
The morning sky is silver
And still the birds sing
I cease all of my actions
To hear their gentle chorus
A laudable lesson for living: do not ever allowing your singing to be seasonal. Well done my friend
It's beautiful, isn't it? To experiance the freshness of nture and just being alive to enjoy. I love this feeling. And you wrote it perfect. simple.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the second line for me is the most eye-catching line! excellent write sir!