I wake up to the sound of trees
Whispering among themselves
Perhaps about my habit of waking
Up late. All the birds are gone to
Pick worms at the river side or to
Be with the farmers in the fields.
They may be whispering about
My laziness. All the clouds have
Veered towards the horizon to
Doze off till descending of eve.
Flowers have already unfolded
Their petals and in a happy mood
Releasing fragrance to the bees.
The trees don't know I was there
With them all through the night.
Scribbling down poems in the
Memory of those trees who are
Gone into the greed of men.
I became a poet last night to let
My pen bleed prayers to save
Those left to sing songs with
The wind in the early morning.
The trees don't know how much
My heart cried last night when I
Could not watch the moon through
Their branches and lulled me to sleep.
You go on whispering. I am happy
To hear your sound when I get up.
May be a little late but you are there.
A wonderful poem! Wish you and your beloved family happy and prosperous new year 2019
Thanks for liking and comment Sir. Hope 2019 will bring you happiness, peace and prosperity. Happy New Year.
A beautiful nature poem.Yes, poet's heart is with the trees Thanks for sharing this lovely poem.
Thanks for taking time for my poem and for positive review. Regards.
That is so good! I like the way your words flow and I can relate to the poem as I am a nature lover too.
Sound of trees seem to be whisper of life. A brilliant poem is well penned.
I am glad you liked it sir. Thanks for giving positive comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
AKP You can never beat me I wake up when someone kicks me it's 1,30 pm sonny get up will ye breakfast lunch and dinner together for ye i smile and wink my wifey loves me no more useless cooking
Hahahahaha...thanks very much.