Watching an affair of the sun and the clouds
the clouds hiding the sun
and the sun behind the clouds.
Showers being chased by the sun
and the sun being chased by the showers.
Sky changing so quickly,
showers after sun
and sun after showers.
Waiting for a rainbow I am starring at the sky,
I don't know who is lazy,
the sun or the clouds.
Where sky fails the earth comes forward.
I felt a touch on my thirsty eyes.
Having turned my eyes on the rows of washed green plants
and flowers striped in the fine mild rains
dancing on the music of titillating pleasant winds
I saw a lovely rainbow on the earth.
The green back ground of the earth
outclassed the blue back ground of the skies.
For the blue back ground flying kisses of my eyes,
for the green back ground my precious pink heart!
A touch on my thirsty eyes! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Amazing poem, we can't touch the rainbow but we can touch the flowers, and feel its delicacy, we can smell the rainbow of the flowers.
I too am thrilled with both rainbows in the skies, and the earth's version with flowers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A vivid portrayal of the wonders and beauty of nature. The beauty of the flowers is likened to a rainbow. Thereby a rainbow on earth... A very perceptive write.10