As cobwebs in the sun
it shone in my heart.
The trees along the way
showed yellow shoots,
and the bare old
trees were gray.
Where the frosted silver
rimmed spikes of pearly
heath, I saw
the cream clematis
weave lacy wreath
above the jade-green
adorned bridge
and green hoods
underneath.
O what a glorious scene.
It fills me with celestial
joyful mood.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Our poet found real happiness in the nature, around trees. This a very touchy poem for all nature lovers. Thanks for penning and brining up to visualize trees even, grey trees.