There's music in language,
And songs to be sung,
The beauty of Nature,
Spring Life that has sprung,
How green was my valley,
How tall were my trees,
And how I did love you,
In the Summer night breeze.
There always should be,
Songs to be sung,
When you look at Nature,
And how this world was done.
What beautiful words and we should praise this world more for its beauty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There's definitely music in the language of your poem, Sandra! Praising nature through poetry is divine, it's song is never fully sung until placed in a poem such as this one! Thank you for sharing it. RoseAnn