Hot sweltering humid day
Bright intense sun beaming down
Watching the kids at play
All falling to the ground
Rolling around here and there
Laughter filling the air
Joyous radiant faces without a care
Of life's troubles unaware
Rising to there feet
Standing in the ancient oak tree's shade
Beginning to make their retreat
Into the distance they fade
To consciousness suddenly returning
For the innocence of childhood yearning
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem