The variation of blue,
And waves of green,
Nature held it's paintbrush,
And painted the water blue-green.
It was made for the seer,
The call for the enjoyer.
The blue-green waved,
In ups and downs of motion.
I could not believe in me,
That such variation of beauty,
Could be.
Nature's hand so talented.
I wish I could be an artist,
Just like nature.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem