Sitting at night
Awaiting the dawn
The sky is black bright
Green is the lawn
I sit with myself
So quiet and still
Some whispering clouds
Over whispering hills
Just sitting there
and give a stare
Into the wilderness
An empty full deep glare
A great poem. Sometimes it can be good to just sit and look around at what nature has to offer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you Dave for your nice comment :)