I hear the bees humming
As the dawn breaks in the east
And the hills are washed with golden
Ray I can watch the petals slowly opening
I hear the birds chirping
As the mist begins to recede
And the wind begins to blow softly
I can watch the tall grasses slowly swaying
I hear the leaves rustling
As the shepherds play flutes
And prayers are called in temples
I can watch the lasses at riverside playing
Very keen poetic observation of nature.. loved this fabulous poem.
I love the way this poem celebrates nature's beauty, as worshippers give praise. Top Marks!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful imageries grace the poem...many**************