And in the half-light of the shade
Reflections on the water played
It is a world of modern arts
With nature scattered in her parts
And bold designs that form and break
In never ending wild mosaic.
Light and colour, hand in glove
Pass through the arching trees above.
Shapes and patterns come and go
In natures endless wonder show.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem