Lush silky drops creeping their fence
Softly shaking by desire
The world less strange and secret
Where emerald trees climb higher
Above all mysteries of the wood
Sweet smells of gardens remain
As walking along the journey
The feeling of forestry rain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem has a nice feel, Lisa... nature at its finest. Well done! ! Brian