Certainly, I've walked this path before,
on a day like today.
It was maybe around three or four,
and really sunny all the way.
Dressed in blue, with a book or two,
I was sauntering towards the bay.
Later coming back, nearly evening too,
I found I almost lost my way.
But then these greens remembered me,
beckoned and called out my name.
Indeed I found my way back finally,
but it's never been the same!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Free flowing words that sway with the trees.
Thank you for that comment!