A sea of myriad shades of green
An impute of Mother Nature,
Giving definition to each single tree
Gentle swaying two and fro, as
The gentle breeze rides the waves
Of rustling leaves,
Sunshine paints the shade, a
Stunning panorama for the eye,
The forest, spectacular in its self
A pleasure to see and absorb its fragrance,
Its twitter of its habitants and chorus of insects
Sing the song of life, alive and busy.
As I laze on the grass and close my eyes
The magic vision lulls me into a Sunday sleep.
The magic is the siesta that ushers in fresh energy for life..the fragrances are its presence in the mind as a rememberance...somehow the holiday is little Scottish type where Mother Nature unfolds such mysteries equally as coastlines of Australia
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow, like a mirash.....nice work, words are flowing.beautiful feel! A nostalgic one!