When the wind blows,
Clouds come with their white and black scarf
And cover the whole sky
With their soft and silken scarf
And create an atmosphere fair & cool.
When the rain drops
Fall on the green plant leaves
Cleaning its dust make them all dark green
Then pretty buds come out
And give themselves a beautiful shape
Which is called flower.
Departure after the clouds
The golden rays of sun appear
And scatter on the flowers
And make a fairy queen
Then smiling and dancing flowers
Gets their young age
That attract our eyes
In a numerous beautiful ways.
Too nice a poem my Sis! Extraordinary and smooth imagination of a humble mind. Sweetness of the Nature's beauty so well expressed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful expression. Read my poems pl.