When you walk in silence in the morning...
you hear the wind whisper to the trees...
As the syncopation of the crickets
Floats upon the breeze.
Soon the nightingale, the blackbird,
the owl...and the chickadee
Begin to sing, as if rehearsed...
their morning melody.
Flowers hear the singing
and, to me at least, it seems
The music wakes them gently
From wherever flowers dream.
Perhaps that's why throughout the year
and primarily in Spring...
If you listen to them closely
You can hear the flowers sing.
An excellent poem on the theme of Nature. Only those who have really experienced can write such excellent verses. The poem stresses on the importance of listening to the calls of Nature. One can not only hear his pulses in the surroundings, but, hear the song of the flower too! What an elevation of feelings!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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