All my life, I've watched the willows
in the yard...From day to dark...
In my heart...
We climbed...
We danced...
We sashayed...
Through the golden suns rays. Your
leaves laid, , a path to where my
dreams were free, to dream away...
And when the pale moonlight came, to me..
Your lullabies you, sang to me..
Enjoying life under the willow with golden sun rays and pale moonlit is very interesting. You have so nicely and stunningly inscribed this in your poem. It may be quoted some lines.... All my life, I've watched the willows in the yard...From day to dark... In my heart... We climbed... We danced... We sashayed... Through the golden suns rays... Fantastic... full vote.
Thank You! ! ! Kummarmani, For Such A Very Kind Reply! ! ! ! ! Your Poems Radiantly Shine With Such Inspiration Inside! ! ! ! ! Many Blessings! ! ! ! ! Many Smiles! ! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is something magical about willow trees. A heartening write full of magic, beauty dance and song.
heh, oops (Sorry! ! ! ! !) ... I Do Look Forward To Visiting Your Poetry! ! ! ! ! :)
Thank You! ! ! Captain, For Such A Very Kind And Thoughtful Reply! ! ! ! ! Yes, There Is A Beautiful, , Magic To The Willow Trees! ! ! ! ! :) Thank You Again! ! ! ! ! Many Blessings! ! ! ! ! Many Smiles! ! ! ! !