With the smoothness of silk, and the beauty of birth
I attempt to scribe so well this painting of life in infancy
The flow off my tongue of this poem so magnificent
It is most clever that I use the same brush
Depicting butterfly upon the sunflower
I can just see it by it's tiny antennas alone
Blending indeed till nectar is gone
Too soon and fleeting before my poem is written
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem