Lying in a pool of mud
Beneath a thousand suns
The buzz is constant.
Hear?
They are playing a melodic lullaby too
woo us weary to sleep.
The sky juggernauts aren’t even angry.
So we lay to rest.
Hear?
They laugh while floating by
Then Thor cracks a wicked scowl and rolls from behind the hills
and makes a complementary rhythm to the buzzing bees
Plitter…Platter….Plitter…Platter
A rejuvenating smile and a deeeeep relaxing sigh…
Cause underneath these thousand suns
We can’t be angry at the sky
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem