The hills, gently whisper their songs
still. The roots of the trees, tell their
stories. As time weaves, a history
that we can't see. What once was
there, now is gone. But yet always
will be, written on the breeze.
A beautiful poem so wonderfully and touchingly expressed! !
Great memories are timeless. They are indelibly marked on the tablets of our hearts.
Treasures of life stored in memory bank of heart is there to cherish till the last breath. Awesome poem indeed. Full ***********
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is elegantly beautiful and stately---awesome writing---the kind that stirs the heart and echoes in our memories---5oooooo stars