The wind blows through
The thick grove standing by the river
In the cold winter night it makes
The leafy boughs to swing and shiver
The wind tarries over the dale
To be with bees and butterflies to sing
The morning lights appear in
The East and much joy they surely bring
Glorious piece..... wonderful to read.... thank u, dear poet..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i think that this poem is about how the mind works great words