The bats are flying
and crickets are creeping
they Angels in heaven are singing
while on our warm bed we are dreaming
under the starless night, that is dark and still
and the mosquitoe bites, is delight fill
we sleep, we have beautiful sweet dream
while many have nightmares that makes them scream
we only pray for protection
we can't make angelic selection
but we wake next morn, strong and sound
we never know how long we've laid on the ground
at times in starfilled sky or night of rain
we sleep, wake up, see ourselves still sane
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem. Keep it up