What makes you
stand erect and content,
silent and majestic,
undisturbed by the noise of time?
Why do birds find
you their home, the safe
haven to build their nests
and lay their eggs?
Why do you stand there
erect and content,
silent and majestic,
bathed by sunshine and rain?
Qualitative questions loaded with beauty and serenity. Well done my friend!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem. Read mine - Trees - Adeline
Thanks, Adeline Foster, for responding. I will try to find your writing on the same subject.