The skies gentler shade than the seas
is hidden momentarily in the breeze.
The clouds that are colourfully crystallised
by the warm beckoning sun in our eyes.
The little bird that swoops and dives
flies the freeways of the skies.
While deep in the evergreen below,
the breeze bends flowers to and fro.
As gentle waters of the stream
reflects the sun in diamond shaped gleams.
As beneath the rippling waters surface
algae and underwater weed is spread out like a velvet green sash.
(Date Written Unknown)
A lovely scene, it could have been from my youth. I like your early work. Bob
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have to agree with Bob and say too...I love your early works....another wonderful piece with great use of words and rhyme...: O)