Rich, cool caroling trees
With airy, shimmery leaves joyfully sing
As to the silvery forest floor
The pure flowers elegance bring.
Bright violet vinca hold shining dew in the shady, soft green grass
At this removed, quiet world
Not far from our own,
Spinning very fast.
The woodland birds enchant us with songs
In the early halfpenny sun.
Now in the sunlight they sing perhaps
Like long ago Algonquians.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beauty trip through nature, sweet and serene-enjoyed this very much - Joe