The breeze ruffling against,
The birds flying by.
The gurgling of the stream water,
Nature doesn't lie.
The clap of thunder,
The swoosh of the wind.
The bricks' sounds shaking,
During an earthquake under.
The whistling of a merry man,
Taking pleasure in his walk.
The tweeting of the bluebird.
The bird's incessant talk.
My oh my, the music of the world,
Holds me in a trance,
And as the birds squak,
I merrily dance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem