Silently the wind blows
From the west to the east
In the cool hours of morn
Tearing through the mist
Silently the clouds move
From horizon to horizon
At times fast at times slow
In its vastness draping the sun
Silently the flowers smile
Spilling essence into the air
They swoon as if inebriated
Enjoying their time in a fair
Silently morning ray reveals
The earth covered in deep green
Waving colored wings in the air
The bee moves like a queen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sweet poem! I find beauty in your simple expression as always you do! Well penned....10
Thanks for reading and giving nice comment. My regards.