The rain looked down
From her throne
On stately clouds,
'No trees to dance
With the breeze
In glee when I come
Where have they gone?
To dance on leaves
And kiss the flowers
I liked the lively walk
Down to their root
Back through the leaves
To join and be reborn.
It was all a joy – Now,
Where have they gone?
The barren land
An orphan mother
With no trees
Makes me cry
The high raise buildings
The chimneys of industries
Standing tall and eager
To make me poisonous
In my fall
I will bring down
Chemicals and smoke
As smog to soil the land
Should I fall?
Among these lands
Which have no trees? '
The rain asked
Looking down on earth!
good thoughts that raise concern on the damage being caused on environment we live in...well composed Leena...10
rain in chennai is lovely, but deadly... she clears all the dirt in 'koovam rivers'!
a very imaginative poem...no dancing trees to welcome rain...the rain loves to go up to its root..wow...written very well angel
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What playful personification. Love it. Thanks for sharing.