The howling wind
Heralds the darkening of the sky.
The clouds
Have blocked the sun from shining.
The palm fronds
Are glistening with moisture.
They sway from side to side
As they dance in the drizzles
Oh my!
What a splendid sight to behold.
The hardened earth
Awaits with anticipation,
The pelting drops from the sky.
Tearing through the heavens.
Come now, my dear.
Let us dance
Let the stars be jealous
Let the sky drool rays of silvery white
Let the moon hide behind the clouds in envy
Let the sky shake in rage
As we dance
On the balls of our feet
In exquisite movements
Let the beasts of the forest
Be our audience
Let them laugh and applaud us.
Look at the sky,
Raining its stars down on us
She is pleased with our love
She is pleased with our love.
My dear,
Even heaven is smiling down on us
In the half of this forest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem