They wend their way through Sunshine City
Cobblestoned, sloped, and Old World pretty;
And lined with colorful, homes in glad unity,
Streets linked heart to heart, in deep affinity.
Up one crooked path, and down to the river,
As rosy birds sing in green trees that quiver;
And soon arises pearl moon, a glowing sliver,
Making the roads to everywhere a bit clearer.
nature is broad and beautiful but we need to be broadened and beautiful in mind
Beautiful song, lovely poetry: " rosy birds sing /in green trees that quiver" enjoyed it. Top score without doubt. Thank You Evelyn, for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is fabulous
I appreciate your remarks very much, LeeAnn.