Think it would be profound
The difference in the sound
First morning walk alone
Without that cowbell tone
Birds the breeze the rustling leaves
Lack of ring no difference to these
The woods they seem to sound the same
Tired lungs swell i stop to ponder
Lack of timely bell do the animals wonder
There- that squirrel he used to tease
Ran just ahead and up a tree
He hangs his head and chatters down
Does he miss that ringing sound..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem