O see, the sunny light climbs the leaves
The leaves climb the wisterias
The wisterias climb the feathery hat
The feather hat climbs the wings of delight
The wings of delight climb the deep valley
The deep valley is in the scent of rosemary
O see, please, when spring truly comes
I'll love to meet a girl spirited called Holly
She is over there turning like a butterfly
I want to put a garland on hair of the cutie
On tiptoe she stands afar like a little ballerina
O, soothing wind climbs her garland with aroma!
Such a delightful poem, Cigeng. I love it and know my youngest granddaughter will too when I read it to her tomorrow. Funnily enough, she’s called Holly and I’ve often walked her in the charming Weaver Valley near her home in Cheshire! My very best to you from a little town in North Wales, Paul
beautiful so beautiful and amazing thanks for the work shared keep writing
This is a remarkable poem, Cigeng Nature and humanity are comppletely enveloped in each other. They are twined together byn the spesker's words butmalso by ther creative imagination. This cannot paraphrased in prose. It exist only as poetry. The machine is not beautful but inside is a soul that appreciates beauty. According to the Geek Squad my computer is dying but it had to express the beauty of this poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love! With the wings of delight. Thanks for sharing.