The dog is sleeping,
Under the tree shade.
The burning Sun is above the tree.
Birds are dozing on its branches,
The cow is licking its calf in the shed,
The hen is hiding all its chicks,
Under the wings from roaming kite.
I am awake in my cradle,
My mother is swinging the cradle slowly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice vivid images oozing with metaphors i like this one... beautiful write, keep on writing