Insects thump
against glassy window sills
Birds flutter
with wings of a windmill
Sunbeams stream
through the arms of willow trees
splashing around shadows
dancing in the breeze
Flowers stretch anxiously
with the arrival of the sun
Bees will hover
the waiting is over
for the day has now begun
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem with profound metaphors and fortified sentiments.