There was a melody,
few ears could hear
meant not for folks
or even lovers near.
She smiled though
at the soothing sounds
and dreamed.
She was a rose,
exquisite in soft pink
high-placed her friends,
majestic were her oaks
gave shade and peace,
spilled drops of dew to drink
and beauty to the grounds.
In fact it seemed
that forests grow
as roses and tall trees
and Nature tends to be
a gentle mother lode.
Windswept they stand
and listen to the ode,
a musical for some,
invisible the band.
Woodpecker plays the drum.
She listens with her heart
and shares but knows it is
for others only art,
for her it's simply HIS.
Soft petals slowly spread,
receiving melodies.
Green moss, a silent bed,
from distant hills a breeze.
It's absolutely beautiful....beautiful imagery....it's like you're painting on a canvas....
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I would like to translate this poem
Sehr sehr schön! G.