That sits that sings
With the clouds in the rain
It is that mountain
That moves that dances
With the bird in spring.
I am not solitary as you think
I am with this bird and
In this mountain on this day
On this day I declared O men
Please come on come on
Here is everything for your life.
And life is nothing as You see
And You taste the sweet
In this wholesome hours
I called the gardener to
Bring all flowers
That are fragrant.
gajanan mishra
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-is-that-bird/
