this is a happy place,
the rain just stopped
and the trees and hills
are glazed,
and dews stick on the leaves
all looking like pearls,
and birds are chirping and
flying like acrobats on the
branches and twigs,
and horses run and graze,
and daffodils bloom and
rivers run inviting you for
a swim in this very cold morning,
and ferns are tall and
fish are jumping on the stream
as butterflies appear like
floating leaves in the glorious skies.
the ants are busy hauling their food,
and even the worms here beneath the ground
are singing their own kind of songs.
my heart sings alleluah, alleluah,
praise the God High and Almighty for all these
joys, for all these beauties, for all these
peaceful creatures, and peaceful mountains.
and this interruption comes:
my wife calls me, breakfast is ready.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Rivers run inviting you for a swim in this very cold morning, ..God has greatly made his garden. This Earth is beautiful. A nice poem is excellently penned.