trodding feet on the trail, few
slithering snake on the twigs
ribbons of light through leaves
gentle water flows on the stream
a cardinal flapping her wings
these are few of beautiful scenes
blending with shrubs beneath trees
lying on leaves, feelings of ease, wind blowing,
birds singing patiently, waiting for sunset
slice strawberries on a plastic bowl
so tasty and so beautiful
darkness came like a mist
as the tree leaves luminate
fireflies display their lantern
mosquitoes they just take turns
human steps muffled by ruffling leaves
crawlers coming out of their caves
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
really they are beautiful things.