Tiny drops of simmering dew,
Hang from the tip of leaves;
Moist earth releases fragrance
Of petals scattered in sheaves;
A late night gust,
Has visited in place of frost.
Twisting blades of soaked grass,
Hold slipping worms on its edges;
Soft and cool wind brings along
Song of a stream from across ridges
To make tiny wings fly,
A streak of light rises up to the sky.
Confused butterflies displaying zeal,
Land cautiously on drooping flowers;
Tails emerge for a while to vanish
As squirrels run amok in thick bowers;
Luxurious fronds gently sway,
In obeisance, welcoming the day.
@Tiku2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a masterpiece in how u captured the imagery in the poem rhyming it wonderfully wow. I tink one of yor best. Nice to read u again.