I see clouds gather
I know monkeys would cry
Trees they call home and ever
Would not stop a day so windy.
Mum, the horizon
yonder would clear
Its not the birds in cages
But working bees I admire.
Hyenas would prey
On peoples' blood
Hares smart and eager to destroy
Their game I know.
Mum, Do not Cry
The clouds would clear
Hyenas and Hares would not prey on us
My nerves and soul so clear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
.............very nicely wrtten, and a heart touching write....to see mom's tears would be heart breaking....