Warm winds tangoed with the cottonwood trees,
And butterflies were swirling on the breeze,
Here there and everywhere, on strange journeys,
The meadows full of color, and sweet memories!
The golden summer seemed to pause in appreciation,
As the dance with breezy blooms caused sensation.
They soon twirled over my head in joyous rotation,
Later yielding again, to exotic bloom temptation!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem