The sun is covered, its glory lost;
The earth shivers, shrouded in frost.
As the light of day faded,
Clouds of rain paraded.
The tender leaves, in an infant green,
In mirth unknown,
Bend towards the ground.
The wavering rain, in steady breeze,
Drive home, the restless bees.
The water trickling down the blade of grass,
Steadily forms a puddle ever so vast.
With reckless ease and effortless grace,
Down the slope,
The ever-widening streams race.
The chirping of the birds, the hum of the breeze;
The sweet sound of the raindrops
And the swinging trees;
An enchanting melody goes unsung.
'An enchanting melody goes unsung', You are an enchanting poet that compose great symphonies... this poem's musicality is great, beautiful, larger than life! Amazing poem, honestly! ~~Elya Thorn~~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lovely..i'm waiting for the rain too