All was silent in the air.
There was no breeze in sight.
Warm, clammy with the approach
of a misty warm night.
I longed for a drink so cold
to slake the thirst I felt.
Just a few drops of water
allowing me not to melt.
No birds in flight, all in the trees
shielding their eggs with wings.
They wait for rain to drip from leaves
and see what the breeze brings
the lull before the storm..or...deluge a lovely graphic picture has been painted...in charming words liked
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is such a wonderfully crafted poem! These days when so many things are disconnected, tangled in speed, this poem seems to gift us a moment, teaching patience, self control, showing a harmony of human with the birds and trees. Having only a few drops of water while longing for a cold drink, brought this poem great wisdom and depth. Loving read, thank you for share!