Blissful, is the butterfly shaking dew from her lovely new wings, Relaxing, is the 'buzzing' of a very busy, and preoccupied bee. My thoughts escape words, but remain true in meaning. As the gentle summer winds breeze through and by me.. It is so easy to surrender to summer's easy, endless days!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem