The Poem:The wild bird is my brother,
He sits in yonder tree,
And all day long a merry song
he sweetly sings to me.
The wild flowers are my sisters,
They dwell in lane and lea;
With faces fair, and sweet, and rare,
They nod and smile at me.
The green earth is my mother,
Gently she beckons me,
Till on the breast i sink to rest,
And slumber peacefully.
How can i say that the writer is fond of nature
ReplyDeletestop if i answer u what big u do
DeleteHow can i say that the writer is fond of nature
ReplyDeleteThe poem deals with the wild bird,flowers and the Earth. More over, the poet shoes a close relationship with them. It's enough to prove that the poet is fond of nature.
DeleteI want to know the name of the poet of the poem
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