* A Humbling Sight Poem by Deva De Silva
* A Humbling Sight
A mountain hovers coyly,
Veiled by brittle grasses
From where I lay.
A ripple erases
Sky reflected on
Murky waters of lake.
A cool wind blows
Drying sweat drops
Budding on my face.
A bee hums in tune
With swaying branches
Of a cyprus landscape.
Sun rises majestic
A humbling sight
In a sheer ball of orange!
The clipped three-line presentation is ideal for this nature poem - - it stills the reading down to a peep with the writer into the landscape and to finally see the orange ball of a sun rise...... just lovely - - 10 + ++ from Fay
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 3:26:36 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Wow..this poem makes me think of humbling sights and a mesmerising atmosphere of Caucasian mountains in my region. You have expressed emotion and nature so vividly in words! Thanks for sharing. A.