After a hectic day of lectures and essays I lay in the grass and stare into the space
Then I slowly dosed off or I think that was the case and woke up in a field with a wooden fence blocking the sun from my face
Bees buzzing around the tree top making a pleasant noise
The sun beaming down and the wind wrestling through the trees
Then I notice leaves dancing in the wind
As I watched them I slowly dosed off again
And woke up to the sound of my dad calling me in
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem