the birds are chirpinq. the winds are blowinq.
the qrass and leaves are ever so qreen on this happy day.
it feels like im in a dream.
the nature around here seems to be so beautiful and quiet. you can even hear a pin drop.
chirpinqs of the many different kinds of birds sounds like a sonq of melody the melody matches their colors,
so briqht and lovely.
i love nature too, its a bad thing we humans have destroyed so much of it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We humans, are always plotting nature. To nature, he is being cruel. What you have described above is becoming just pictures on the walls of our homes. we don't realize that it is with us to look after our nature mother. This is surely a good poem, but you could have made it a lot better.