</>The birds sing cheerily in the trees,
As night turns into dawn.
The esperanza welcomes the honeybees,
The full moon now is gone.
The southern wind rustles the leaves,
Clouds start floating by.
The Golden Orb Spider her masterpiece weaves,
And on the lantana the butterflies.
11/4/11 Alton Texas
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem