gather ye the flowers
while still blooming
beneath the sky
where the birds are flying
over the seas
hear the sound of the waves
touch invisible wind
fleeing place to place
songs of nature
you wanna hear
like falling leaves
beating like lyres
fresh air, tall trees
under them I play
oh! how beautiful
the world it would be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem