My mind soars high as the sun
Appears in the east lighting up the morn
I come to walk down the valley where
The soft wind makes waves upon fields of corn
It is a cool morning with dew
Drops shining on the blades of grasses
I sit on a stone by the stream to watch
The girls taking baths and drying their tresses
The clouds flit past the grove
Like vassals sailing across the blue sea
I shout at the colorful birds that
Fly up and down in a playful mood and free
Morning comes with its many
Shades and fragrances when it is spring
Earth becomes a stage for all to enjoy till
It is time in the eve for the temple bells to ring
Walking down the valley, where the soft wind blows........shades & fragrances of Spring so beautifully penned.....10 + My favourite
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Truly wonderful Anil I just love it Bravo! ! ! ! !