Deep hot meadows, the wind passing by,
When the silence is broken in the secret of charm,
Merrily singing, she stood alarm,
Beyond the horizon, the beauty lie.
The patter of the river, the words flows by,
Sometimes high and some times low,
Near the Meadow where she haunts,
Making the earth and sky go deep close.
The grasses bow down,
The breeze blowing up the sky,
Taking her sings high and high,
Can you find it in the town?
The fluttering and rustling of the leaves,
The animals and birds came running by,
Listening to her whispering,
Dancing on her tunes.
beautiful poem, dear friend! wonderful depiction of the greeny fields. such wonder can't be founded in any town but only in country........
Its Cool....fantastic..........................................
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful depiction of nature by wonderful words. I always love to read poetry of nature. Wonderful poem, dear poetess!