These skies that look down at me, am glad
cheerful, cheerful and giggling like a lad
'tis unusually beauty, beautiful, and it fascinates me
and am seated beneath a huge rose tree
petals falling, and off their seats
to dangle in the winds like some huge
round African back dance to the azonto tune
or occasion to welcome and have some dignitaries to tease
The beauty of this morning's sky
in harmony with every thought of your sight,
gell for the soul, and abode to dwell
without doubt, this I know well, so well
I do not know though
am drenched in your love
and every coal a snow
or that having realized no gab
and all pretty sight
doth but bring you to mind
who cares?
shall I not every further mornings have the sky to stare?
thus the mood is wonderful
and the soul is cheerful
...OTADEE...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem