Here comes the tiny painter
the buckets in her hand.
Her raven hair is flowing
as waves crash on the land.
her tiny toes are spreading
upon the beaches sand.
she reaches high into the sky
to paint the pale moonlight.
then over to the velvet blue
to paint the stars so bright.
her canvas is the sleeping world
her paint the universe
She the little painter girl who paints upon the earth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem