As she whispered his name
there were trees sighing low,
in a mournful refrain.
The buck paused on the plain.
They lifted their heads
as she whispered his name.
Crickets echoed the pain
in her voice as she called
in a mournful refrain.
The moon waxed and waned
over forest and grasslands
as she whispered his name.
Frogs croaked in the rain
to console with their chorus
in a mournful refrain.
The earth and air twain
sadly echoed her woe
as she whispered his name
in a mournful refrain.
(13 June 2011)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem