When the tender flower of life
Blooms at daybreak
The blue heavens
Sings to her magic ways
And she walks upon the bright morning's grass
Like the youthful days of summer
And the magic of her voice
Runs through the world
Like the sweet thrill of a wayward forest bird
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful image is created in this poem// nicely expressed