Before the dawn
I often listen to the birds' singing
Nestling round in their cote
Whom are they talking with?
Whom are they talking about?
Being puzzled I look at them
From the casement
In the subtle yellow light
I see their awaiting
The sun's rays touch the green leaves
The birds fly away
And I realise
They have already received
Your blessings.
Language of the birds. The talk to each other and their maker. Interesting
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well composed inspiring poem..........10+++++