A knight made of grass
Wore his armour of brass
No more just a plant
The enemy was about to hunt
He was proud and robust
Alas, he got eaten by a locust
Ένας ιππότης από χορτάρι
Ήταν, που λέτε, σκέτο λιοντάρι
Δε μιλάμε απλά για ένα φυτό
Θα 'παιρνε τον εχθρό στο κυνηγητό
Γεμάτος περηφάνια και ρώμη
Τον έφαγε μια ακρίδα μαζί με βρώμη
I liked your metaphorical rhyme. It resonates in my ears like a soothing air. Beautiful. Into my favourite.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful write....dear friend.