IN the distant woods are blowing
Tender buds and blossoms sweet,
Fragrant leaves and grasses glowing
From the touch of fairy feet.
In the woods a spirit singing
Stays and touches every tree,
And to loving branches clinging
Flowers open tremblingly.
In the woods a spirit singing Stays and touches every tree, And to loving branches clinging Flowers open tremblingly.
And to loving branches clinging Flowers open tremblingly... Stunning depiction of the nature on advent of spring. Just love it. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is... sweet. There should be room in literature for the sweet. Right?