There is no one
To put a flower in your bun
When you come out
Feeling fresh in the cool dawn
The bird will fly
Over your head to give colors
When buds open up
And you bath in their sweet odors
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow this is a nice dedication to the nature - birds, buds and flowers. Thank you for sharing this great work.