The leaves call out to me.
The rocks sing my name.
The birds gossip about everything I do.
The branches groan with a wanting for me.
Even the grass is happy to see me!
The flowers dress up to coax me on over.
The clouds whisper their love through the wind.
The sun smiles down to me and the moon doesn't frown.
Giving in,
I go out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem