'Twit! Twit! so the little bird goes...
And I diligently sung my harmony to prose...
To the voice of the breeze, we expressed our melody.
A rhythm beyond compared like eternity.
Huddled ourselves in the mist of our music,
Cradled on the lap of a wonderful tulip.
Humming words of beauty and sanctity.
Just like the symphony of a happy entity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you. Its my pleasure to please someone's ears with the use of words.