THE VOICE OF NATURE
I travelled to a mountain
And experience the beautiful creations with curving fountains
Tree that dance with the traveling winds,
And flying fowls how lovely they sings,
I sat upon a rock,
And all the things that crawls have me flocked
Birds with beautiful colors
Illuminating sunshine in the evening hours,
All trees of different characters
Was the resting place for flying vultures
Running waters slipping through cave rocks
With blast of thunder above the mountain top
The river stood still where ducks and lilies rest
With vine and thorn between clutches
That’s where they made their nest,
View of the cities,
With bloomy fields and grains
Expression of fog displayed above the open plains,
Cows and goats all gathered in heaps,
Are like bundles of a thousand merry sheeps,
Fountains of waters settled by brooks remain shallow
I then realized that nature expressed itself with the sounds of sparrows