When I die the trees will remember me
The breeze will whisper my passing to the butterfly
And the brook will babble my departure to the bee
When I die nature will remember me
The willows will weep with grief
The waterfalls will gush with tears of melancholy
The bees will buzz in misery
And the birds will sing in woe
When I die nature will remember me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice imagination! ! May be it a dream! ! ! Good narration! !