She sat atop a hill
And was struck by
The beauty that lay
At her feet
The billowing clouds
Floated in a sky of blue
The mountain stood tall
That engulfed in its
Majestic beauty
As far as the eye can see
The grass as green
As the meadows of spring
The morning sunshine
Shines down upon you
Its beauty, its splendors
At Mother Natures poetic strings
Caressing the child
That looks with innocent eyes
That moves your soul
And takes your breath away
Oh what a sight
That befalls unto thee
Are we not lucky to be?
Apart of this Majestic scene
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What an apropos title to this fine jewel of a verse...as Majestic & Beauy-(ful) are the 2 words I was going to use to describe this poem! One observation, if I could be bold & un-beautiful...Couplet 3...It is 'billowing' as opposed to 'bellowing'...I'm an expert at catching these human elements err's, but only because i'm an expert at makin' a ton of my own! You Rock, Kaila! ~FjR~