In the meadow. or in the freeness of
the wild and natural rooted grass
there is variations of shade.
Is it the slight tilt of the sun's gaze
that a group of blades shine a
lighter green?
Or does the drops of rain pour more
on one patch causing a deeper
emerald streak?
But what about the unexplainable blue
circle of magnificent blue grass
delight?
Lovely variations of grass, flowers,
landscape, , food,
countryside's, sunsets,
global lands and people.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is the variety in life, the colours and fragrances of nature that makes our life so beautiful. Good.