The ever changing ocean,
playing with its myriads of tides,
reflecting the color of those blue eyes
no more beautiful than her supple mind.
The ever dull mountains,
standing tall in all their grandeur,
adorned with a glittering crown of a peak
no more beautiful than her raven black hair rippling in the cool breeze.
She stands there,
arms locked for warmth,
for the wind is brisk and frosty the lake behind her,
reflecting her majestic figure and the mountains look down benignly upon her,
far out to the ever bibulous ocean is the setting sun,
its warmth shown in her smile
and a face that is calm and serene,
the sky too enjoys her queenly presence
for she is the one more beautiful than her surroundings which remain spellbound and in harmony with her.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem