Butterflies danced round and round
The sweet fragrance spread with bliss
The songbird's mellow tune was profound
in the crystal stream gently, glided fish
Jocund trees danced with the breeze
Flamboyant flowers charmingly bloomed
Mother nature was all in ease
The serene sky's purity, eternal it seemed
Ripples were made by fish in the stream
The rustling of leaves on soft ground,
The breeze gushing through trees,
A songbird singing for no one to please
Here, tranquility without sins was the fees
And to this just blissful law everything was bound
Except a whiner's ridiculous vain dream
There sat a poet on a white rock
Witnessing the play of his bliss's wish
He penned it down elegantly with a shock
A sinner sat there, who is this?
a melody on nature's work...nature seems to be doing everything without a strain...a songbird singing for no one to please...very true words..please read my 'a song of joy'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good writing Well written....10s