Nature's Nature
Dry
And wry
Is the earth,
Ready to
Fry
Anything
That may chance
On her.
Try
The mortals
However much
To quench her
Seedlings thirst,
Cry
They as the babe
For
Their mother
Nature's bounteous
Rain!
To quench the thirst of the seedlings on the dry earth, the people cry as the babe for Nature's bounteous rain. Beautiful!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great meaning in very few words. fine..