Trees in the forest
Wild flowers rising in the wild vast
Enjoying the mist of morning fog;
As the sun start rising
Birds are blissfully chirping
And the flowers are happily swaying
Together with the soft swirling wind;
Oh, here comes the butterfly
Intensely watching
As the flowers gracefully swaying
Along with the soft swirling wind
By. D.C. D...16.09.2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem