Pink and Blue,
Oh those cotton candy skies,
hovering,
over blue shimmering ripples,
of this dense lively liquid,
full of fishy life,
peaceful and quiet,
prospering and growing,
just the hum of the engine
and the vast flat of the lake
passing as we make our way
to the haven of the dock ahead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
prospering and growing. thanks