As the wind rushes
noisily through the trees
An eery silence
Touches my inner being.
Birds no nothing
As they flutter by
And just carry on
While I stand alone.
No souls to be seen
Just an empty street
The wind my only company
As it will be for many.
But soon I'll awaken
Into a new spring
Life will return
And we'll carry on
As the birds that flutter and sing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem