There is no wind blowing
The tree stands green, serene.
It enjoys the bird's singing
And wonders: 'What does it mean? '
Blessed by this soft rain
Both the bird and the tree
Keep singing tunes again
Flooding the earth with glee!
The bird's chants soar above the tree
This one feels nurtured by them
Its leaves dancing onto the sea
Where the bird goes and treasures them!
so touched, and the imagery so beautiful love this one beautiful poem
Mother nature is flourish by trees and singing birds....pleasurable to read!
touching with great imagery its leaves dances onto the sea
Superb write on nature and birds, a fascinating preoccupation indeed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice picture of the nature depicted well.......................