Yellow flowers dancing in a cool, cool wind,
bees buzzing, filling the air with the sound
of their buzziness.
A carefree and easy life it seems, yet looking
closer you can see they are trying to survive
just like you and I.
They must depend to some degree on each other
to nurture and feed one other so they can stay
alive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yellow flowers dancing in a cool, cool wind. Beautifully penned poem on this desk.