On the summers breeze,
The leaf will fly,
It glides with ease,
Its reach is high,
Sun floods the land,
As life has Flourished,
As if guided by hand,
Our life was Nourished,
But nature will fight,
Our mere excistence on earth,
For to her were a Plight,
From our very birth,
But she was has not had her last breath,
She will have her revenge which will see to our death,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow a very nice nature poem and warns against misuse of nature. Thumbs up. Pls coment my latest poem too.