In Tempreate Forest Poem by Neela Nath Das
In Tempreate Forest
In Temperate Forest,
Neither cold nor warm.
You can take serene rest,
Expanding your arm.
Humming with lively life,
Birds call from the trees.
In their delight and strife;
Insects rustle like breeze.
The thick leaves of forest,
Cut sunlight in drops.
Seeing the peaceful nest,
Heart happily throbs.
Honey-suckle, blue-bell,
Bloom and laugh in gay.
Hazel, dog-wood, sorrel,
Enjoying the day!
a green eye on our genere The thick leaves of forest, Cut sunlight in drops. Seeing the peaceful nest, Heart happily throbs.
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4/16/2024 2:57:56 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Very nice - reminds me of warmer days and the coming summer.