Listen!, Rhymed Options

[Aggiel]

Listen!

Hear it! The wind is calling us,
let’s leave this gloomy cell,
to roam vast fields and pick
bouquets of sunshine in the dell.

Yes, listen! Let green grass and trees
command those flowers speak.
The call of deer, the chirp of birds
revive us when we're bleak.

Refrains of rains and swirling sea
console our heated mind.
These gifts of heaven, ours for free;
let's thank Him who is kind.

So don't allow your ears be closed
against the splendor’s sighs
and never let your heart be blind
to modest orphans' cries.

Agatha Lai

[Aggiel]

I'v been commenting on your version in Herme's Aggie myself.

Hi, Lori, thanks for checking. Sorry for sulking. :D

Yes, you and others have done marvelous
job on my poem.It's totally different now.




Aggiel