Wow! Who planted these rows of tree and all...
I haven't seen but he seems to be known.
The trees, as if, all friends, praise him in rustle
Day and night by the winds sweet blown.
It touches my heart as I can see passers-by
Resting on the shadow- deep-dense and green;
And other than this, if I look, find here-by
A grazing field and a distant forest-margin.
The cows have gone away; some are in game;
And by the day-end I need to go all along!
Wednesday, August 16, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: nature