Nature's wonders abound
Making not a sound
Fog rolling down the river
Cold making me shiver
On the horizon, a bright orange sun
It's work for the day done
Bring on the night
It's stars, a delight
Luminous yellow moon
To start it's show soon
Just sitting in the grass
A happy, content lass
Staring up with awe and glee
The Maker's beautiful works amazing me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So you are a girl? Now I know and I would say from the maturity and activity somewhere between thirty and fifty.. So no chum (I am 85) wife 81 married 61 years Been at this site just over a month now and writing too many limericks (wife says) This was a good one.
No, I'm a man.