Under the verdant canopy
Of leaves dripping in the rain,
Muted birdsong becalming
Peace resting unrestrained;
An interlude between suns,
Shadowy boughs for rooks’ mating,
An ethereal forested glade
A feeling of waiting;
A safe place, a hidden nook
Where no other feet tread,
A vacuum beckoning silence
For words that were never said.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A hidden nook. Nice piece of work.