A meadow is for a soul...
A place where the woods and mountains lull,
And give away a murmur of peace,
A garden sheltered by the trees
A place where the sunshine goes,
To softly speak, with the breezes it knows,
A place the grasses understand,
So weave contentment in their strands...
A place where little flowers live,
So others may keep the thoughts they give..
A place the sky is felt in whole!
A meadow is for a soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Charles N. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks