Up above the rising greens
Happy blues so free they sail
Rise from snowy peaks so frail
Know not where to the land of dreams.
Behind the moonlit water screen
Spread from heaven to earth so green
Ghostly trees they dance and scream
Like a shadow dance on the silver screen.
The night air icy chill so fresh
Smell of the damp dust and rush
Cry of a nocturnal owl from somewhere
Weird little shapes sprout from nowhere.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Feeling as if I am reading a poem in Wordsworth's style..Keep writing Sir..
Thanks ... I love wordsworth, Dickens , Skakespeare etc. Thanks again for your comment.