A very pleasant breeze
Blowing over the farm.
I feel at ease,
As he increasing my charm.
I am alone, standing,
Along with the plants,
With the sun's rays falling
On us all.
With the night slowly setting in,
And the stars twinkling,
The glare of the moon's big grin,
The night has come.
I should go to sleep,
At last, my mom has come to call me,
As it's time to sleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem