I heard a melody in the rose
I was a dreaming child
asleep beneath the apple tree
wandering amid wonders
then I was called foolish
carrying the book as I did
watching the waters
humming an unknown tune
I dreamed about the lions
and the colors of the seasons
I saw the colors of the birds
red and blue and gray
the full moon rose silently
on summer nights
with fireflies and destiny
sailing a purple velvet sea
all my dreams came true
the song of the rose
breathes within the poetry
of lion and bird and firefly
At the base of the tree it looks like there is a small turtle with an extended neck. Is that a turtle or something else?
I have no idea what that is. But I think it's a weed not a turtle.
Great picture and poem, Barry! If nobody ever dreamed, nothing would ever get invented, and life would be boring. Love the first line. How many others could hear a melody in a rose?
Thank you for reading and commenting. I think all poets hear that melody.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a lovely write from your mighty pen. You have a wonderful way of saying things.10 for sure
Thanks again Nosheen. I think I do best with reacting to events that were real. That was me as a kid. Still is for that matter. :)