Did you see what I just saw,
That something peeking at us,
Delicate like a flower,
The wings as thin as paper,
The hair long, hazel, curly,
How beautiful,
Its dress made of crumpled leaves,
Its eyes deep and meaningful,
As it lightly skips and flies,
It tries to hide behind leaves,
But it cannot stay unseen,
Gleaming with light,
Watching and observing us,
Frightened yet quite curious,
But when it caught our gaze,
Like some giants we must seem,
So it quickly disappeared,
Hiding from us,
It flies into the forest,
Where other lights must be near,
And though they are rarely seen,
The stories seem quite queer,
For those who don’t believe me,
Here’s some advice,
Listen to what your heart says,
Ignore taunts on believing,
If you see one have no doubt
So be alert anywhere,
Sense that they are among us,
Gleaming with light
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like it. A good descriptive angle. Carried me through n through.