Nature’s Opera
I see the pouring rain
From the mist- wrapped sky,
Like falling crystals
From so high.
With the hustling of rain,
The flowers grin.
As the drops touch the grain,
It sounds as though it hits a tin.
With the music of silence
In the pouring rain-
I see the trembling of leaves
And the dance of trees.
Me watching ardently,
See the street lamps glow,
Like a halo of brightness
In the midst of darkness.
I see on the pine cones-
The diamonds hanging,
And from somewhere I hear-
The insects singing.
I feel the reeling away of wind,
With the smell of mint.
I see the feeding of river,
With the wind’s whisper.
Like the nature’s gesture,
I hear a symphony of nature;
Like a magnificent drama,
I watch this stimulating opera.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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