[Trees weave intricate patterns upon dusk.
My fingers trace the elegance of form.
The music of the landscape plays old verse.
It lights my little corner of the world.]-A lowering day by Sandra Fowler
It's Winter and without warm clothes
You rest on a Maple tree
and sing a song....................in the morning
Is it Daniel Lanois's lyrics?
'When I throw my net in the river
I will take only what I need
Just enough for me and my lover
I will take what I need? '
I feel sorry and I try to understand your sad song
Because I too a songbird but I sing only in my
Nightmares?
Yet I won't take what I need
Whenever I woke up in the morning?
for the poetess Weeping Willow!
nimal dunuhinga
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem