its about a man who goes to the nature and thinks himself as the one who is very strong and nature is with him and the natural things respect him and so on........
flowering trees in early spring whisper to us,
as late afternoon clouds, in the forest, look down upon us.
crossroads question us,
while dead trees stretching across the path cry to us.
A cloud of sorrow turned into rain,
And the pain came rolling down my chicks melting the rock within,
And a smile like the rainbow spread its wing across my face.
Over and over again my ignorance kept crushing on the shores of wisdom.
Submitted by MR JOY CHOWDHURY
E-mail: chowdhury_joy21@hotmail.com
A cloud of sorrow turned into rain,
and the pain came rolling down my chicks
melting the rock within,
and a smile like the rainbow spread its wing
accross my face.