The robin snatches a twig in its mouth
As it finishes building its nest.
The nightingale sings its sweet music
While the bees pollenate the daisies.
The trees dropp apple blossoms from their branches.
As a group of ants march in tune.
Grasshoppers chirp in harmony
While the butterflies flap their speckled wings.
The cardinal bows its red head and winks at me
As I bend down to smell the roses.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem