Its Spring
I'm sitting watching birds
I'm watching from a plastic chair
Their songs are full of words
Tweets and chirps so pleasant to the ear
Looking up into the trees
You'd think they were not hear
They spread their melodies across the greenery
No billboard top 40 this
just spectacular sounds with no added vibes
a sound that's really bliss
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The therapeutic, uncomplicated sounds of nature. Well penned.