On the banks of River Rhine
Under the morning sun
And the blue sky shining
The gentle breeze rustled
Along the silvery water
Wooden boats sailed slowly
Accompanied by choir of bee
Which sounds melodious and sweet
The beautiful little flowers grow
Whiter than fur than snow
Full of smiles, looking at
Gold fishes that are playing
The wonderful rotating cloud
Which is the natural grace
Singing love songs in Spring
To the leaves are greenish
The yellow and red butterflies
Sigh shook majestically
Viewing wonders at
Water flowing
Under the shade of vine trees
Who is always shining joy
Always have cheerful dance with
The rhythm of the river water
Under the golden stone fountain
That herrings are gliding soaring
Engrossed race with the water flow
Kept mumbling and longed for freedom
Bouquet of lilies sways
Floating to the west bank
The shining frescoes never left
The goose that swims around
The cherry blossom
Filling the day with peace
Entertaining lonely grasshopper
With love poems of water
Petals of the dandelion bud sigh
As mysterious as the May rainbow
Reaching the vortex of flowing wave
Shimmering Water that never go again
(dedicated to a great pianist, Kotaro Fukuma)
I can't rate or comment to 'POESIA'... i can't understand them but this one I can... the clap of four hands in a single body is what I think this poem deserves... nice write!
The riverside scenes have been beautifully described in the poem.
Nature is indeed wonderful and you have eloquently placd the reader beside a river that brings hope and merges with life of all forms. A mental place of peace is the imagery that comes to mind as I read.
The poem flows on like the river, painting a peaceful picture.10.
A fantastic and delightful read becuase of the lovely imagery that you have so generously entwined this composition with. Thanks for the invite to read.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It was a very nice poem. I liked the english, which was all I could understand. I wish you could translate it but it is your poem and it is unique. Congrats! *~Layla Stone~*