Peeping through my eyes ajar
As i lie belly-up
In the grass in the field;
What do i see?
Cumulonimbus on parade ground
In costume of dark-brown,
Commanding the recruited clouds
In cotten whites
Like commanding officers do
In military parade,
They all hover
Then march over
And look like sailing ships,
A billowing castle, a prancing horse
Or other shapes, but,
Obeying the command of cumulonimbus.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem