Push back the leaves,
bend the bough round,
make the trees dance
to that heavenly sound.
Joy's in the wind,
hope's in the air,
sweet feels its touch,
for true love is there.
The long grass waves,
the zephyr sings,
the humming glade
with harmony rings.
The wheat bows down,
the kestrel soars,
each in its way
Nature's breath adores.
In mouth and nose,
through hair, on skin,
as the breeze blows
love's carried within.
I'd just like to say how light and lovely this poem is. Thank you for writing it. Now, what did they whisper?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really like this, a great poem.