You can see me in the pond water,
Or you can see me in water fish.
May be a little bird,
In the morning bird sounds, you can hear my voice.
Maybe you'll see me in the golden sunshine,
Maybe in the sun sweet potato leaves.
With the mango buds of summer,
I'll be back in the winter.
Find me,
Summer afternoons; The sweet smell of ripe mango.
Maybe the chirping of a sparrow,
With the arrival of guest birds during the winter,
In the crowd of white bucks,
I will float in the middle of my heart.
I will come anyway !!
Thanks all
My creative poem for @megadrive @r2cornell