Swirling of the wind
As the trees begin to bend
Graying of the sky
While a cloud passes by
Rustling of the leaves
Moved by the breeze
Soaking of the ground
As the rain keeps falling down
River rises below
How high, unable to know
Around the bend it goes
As its darkening grows
Dirt permeates
It's destination, it awaits
Drops unceasing
Water, the sky releasing
No animals to see
They are nested comfortably
Awaiting the end
As they look from within
Quietness all around
They make not a sound
Leaves dance in the air
Falling to the ground without a care
They come to rest in the yard
Wind it blows so hard
Wind chimes make their merry tune
As they continue to swoon
Back and forth they go
As I listen from below
Just sitting and observing
Nothing too perturbing
Just passing the time away from my seat
As day and night begin to meet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brilliantly inked poem, I love it.....