I rest my face on the window sill
Day dreaming and hoping still
My life will go on this lazily all the way
And never again would I face sorrow a single day
From the widow I see greenery all around
With a splat of color rising high above the ground
Why is it that all plants and birds have to do
Is eat and sleep and sing till their doom
What I would give for a life like that
My life is no less with memories I never forget
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
simple and sweet...keep writing