The blooming fields are so scarlet,
As if the sunset skies have fallen,
In pale silvery moonlight of velvet,
When the winking stars are calling!
Birdsong thrills this fragrant hush,
Dusk's gone red through and through;
And in the midst of this ruby flush,
All of a sudden, I am no longer blue.
The beauty of nature always brings happiness. A beautiful poem as always.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You make really colourful poetry that I always enjoy to read!