Asleep I wake, I'm not alone.
I hear a windows, silent breeze.
Deep inside the woods tonight.
I feel long shadows, of that tree.
Each limbs move leaves apart.
Moon shines between the moss.
The kiss of rain drops softly down.
Sleep is so quite that it sits up,
will she come again, while I wait.
Liked the verse full of observation, imagination and expectation. Nice cute poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'I feel long shadows, of that tree' Rachel Ann Butler