ooze sweet nectar from bloom
let thirsty probes get its own
to fly away with full belly; happy
telling news where you could be
waiting for gentle entry to sip
the abundance of love you keep
you're not forgotten in his slumber
up on the leaves of giant oak tree
swinging with wind longing melody
til darkness comes to close the day
to rest in canopy of heaven before ray
comes knocking doors; inviting to play
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem