The boughs are heavy with leaves
The buds are rich with essence
The birds are agile on the fence
Fresh dew shines upon the sheaves
The wind blows soft and soothing
The stream afar sings a melody
To rise slowly the sun is ready
And the rooster is lazily brooding
The stars and the moon are gone
To hide behind the chain of hills
Flowers open up shedding hues
And aromas by the side of the rills
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful morning picture depicted here!