Under the clouds the river's bow
bathed in mist ferns clinging tight
Under the trees as cool as night
Over the rocks swift waters flow
along the path sweet violets grow
among the roar a place of quiet
Under the clouds
In high shadows a hint of snow
green mascots rise obscure the light
the mountains rise to lofty heights
from here the valley's far below
Under the clouds.
Great descriptive write, felt like I was there enjoying the beauty and serenity of the slow moving picture your poem painted.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A vivid portrayal of the wonders and beauty of nature. Superb imagery, Chris. Beautifully crafted write.10++++