Wildflowers in bloom, tender sunshine on my skin. My reflection in the pond, as dragonflies fly past. Nature's colours of pastels, Im in a perfect slumber on my garden chair. The wind chimes are like a melody my inner soul is calm. I ponder life's destiny as I watch birds navigate the sky.
Michael Cochrane ©
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really serene dear poet.