I roam free in the countryside
Hidden, but I have the moon to guide my eye
Everything was still and I felt at peace
Although I was weary from a life of wandering
I decided to stop and make a fire
When I thought I heard something, at this hour?
I recognized the sound so sweet
As the wind brought a flutes notes to me
The song was sad as if to say
It's time for me to go away
I gathered wood for my fire,
I found comfort in my final hours
I drifted off into the wind
Along with the sad songs end
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An insightful depiction of the serenity of countryside, well articulated and nicely penned. Thanks for sharing Qwerty.