Mother nature sitting on telephone poles, looking
happily from feathered friend's eyes.
Scouring every landscape, watching all that goes
on with a mother's heart, taking into herself all
the good, innocent lives under her care.
Spreading her arms, embracing the atmosphere,
touching clouds, hugging our whole universe with
rainy, happy tears.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
short and nice..................................... very well done..