When the sound of birds
From the tree tops is not
Heard in the morn
I can feel from this life
Happiness in gone
When flitting clouds do
Not reflect the sunlight
Giving a golden glow
I wake up with a heavy
Heart and feel low
When swinging buds do
Not open up shedding a
Sweet fragrance
I won't like to get up
But lie in silence
When across the dales the
Cold wind does not tarry
And sing a song
I feel in this cool morning
Something is wrong
I appreciate the spirit of this poem! Well penned....10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yes lovely poem but imagine mine I woke up this morn no sun was born clouds stood anchored in the sky but can anyone tell me why the snows were loaded like coal on a truck overloaded neither the truck moves back nor forward no birds whistled no not a sound all about me were sleeping sound bang the door did someone are you all dead asked a voice 'tis 1 pm
That is really a great comment. Much appreciated.