On hot field days they wave to the flowers,
And matching grasshoppers climb their stems,
As pink butterflies visit in the lazy hours,
While their sly namesake doesn't notice them!
Frequently a chorus of crickets can be heard,
As they sway gracefully under Moon and Mars.
When beauty is spoken without a single word,
Like a distant sound of summer night guitars!
Your poem captures the beauty in a do serene and mesmering way as experienced by every creature. This is beautiful. These lines are beautiful. When beauty is spoken without a single word, Like a distant sound of summer night guitars.
Thank you so much for your words of delight. Your appreciation makes the effort worthwhile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A magnificent depiction of the beauty of nature