The moon and the stars share the sky's peace,
While the sun after roaming now sleeps.
Calm as mist silver, the night appeals
In a kind crawling across the streets.
Underneath these fifty four score trees,
I walk 'midst their calmness my heart seeks.
My soul dwells upon the nature's greens,
Edible with taste of hush that creams.
My heart airy running as wind speeds.
To joy's brink, my essence, penchant leads,
Like gazelle feathered across with beams.
In this park, the beechen frames are scenes
Of serenity, like mountains' peaks
On the orb, my essence tender sees.
Nature in a way as a guardian treats
One with cloud-like harmony one feels.
Of the walk bliss I 'am enjoying keeps,
Lit my essence tender to increase.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem