Why Birds Follow Spring Season?
Like The Sun Follows The Rainbow
This Little Poem Certainly Came As A Surprise
In My Imaginative World Alone I Wrote
When In The Garden I See Little Birds Summoning Sweet Songs
When Beautiful Sunset Sending Long Shadows Behind Lonely Tranquil Mountains
For Ever And A Day I Remember That Day
Be Acquainted With This Little Poem
You Mean The Most Of Wonderful Things On This Vast Earth
It Is The Song I Used To Sing
Let My Thoughts Effusively And Willingly Express
Such A Surge Of Enthusiasm Drifting Within My Palpitating Heart
Inducing The Atmosphere Of Music Softly
There May Be No One Piece Of Gold
Engraved In Silver And Sapphire And Pearls Like A Centerpiece
But Your Life Is Encrusted With Valuable Gems And Ornaments,
That Even In Hideous Dark Night Can Bid The Bright Beautiful Moon To Wax
I Wish I Were A Poet
I Would Summon A Giant River Of Words
I Wish I Were A Bird
I Would Sing You Such A Gentle Song With Eloquence.
by mukhethwa‚Â