There....there....
Someone whispers
From the deepest layer
Of the mysterious atmosphere,
Nobody cares,
But glorious shadow of the world hears
With great attention and fervour,
He is the wisest traveller
Of the entire sphere
And he certainly knows the importance of this murmur
Everywhere in this nature,
It gives him divine pleasure
Year after year.
Nature needs a helping hand and winter gives it rest and a time to recover as spring gives life and hope.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An interesting poem tinged with mystery. Well expressed.