Rain In The Forests Poem by Dr Shamim ali

Rain in the Forests
The forest trails are muddy, after the rain
The pastures are drenched through and through
The birds on willow trees are singing
Making their nests from the osiers
Sitting in my room watching rain
Wide and far the forests extend,
Leaf-laden twig s elegant bend;
The aged oaks, like great, canopies out spread
Their lush green gazebos with fir
Their interweave shoots entangle
The cypress of the rainy small valley
Enweaves a dark impermeable shadow
The slender willows bend over to bathe
Their fringe in the rushing wave
The pine trees cast their cones down,
Their beautiful shape, their brown nuts
And thick the bunches of the grapes
With green juicy wealth the alders drape,
Their draperies of green and gold.
Each rain, each transparent stream in forest
Amid the forests panorama shimmer
They fling with foam where small stones hinder
The sharp velocity of their pace
Forest and Rain I love your inmost depths
Forests love your dense, archaic shade
By
Shamim Ali