Silent nature falling quietly upon my shoulders,
hugging and keeping me close.
Watching gray and black clouds gathering for a
storm of magnificent force.
Soon rain will be dropping in tiny tears upon
earth, watering nature and nourishing all of her
plants and trees.
The tears of sky are for the cruelties of those who are living in earth. People destroy everything. Nature is one victim. Even people kill other people. The sky can't help crying for such vicious creatures. Nature is where so many take refuge, but unfortunately many other devastate it. Oh, how wicked are these beings. Thanks for sharing your poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is literally a poem about the silence before the storm. It strikes me you have shown in this stanza how a metaphor works. because SILENCE BEFORE THE STORM is a metaphor but it's also a cliche. The context of the whole poem brings new life into that cliche and restores the surprise that a metaphor must cause. I like the parallel between the first and third stanzas - in the 3rd, rain is falling on the earth, in the 1st, nature as a whole is falling on the poet. Rhyme is usually seen only as the repetiton of vowell sounds, but here is the rhyme of images/ideas. Let's promote a wider definition of rhyme since so many people consider it central to what poetry is