Early in the morning,
While the dew is on the
lawn,
The warm glo of the
summer,
Suddenly, the dew is
gone.
Later in the evening,
Just before the break
of dawn,
Dewdrops begin to gather,
Another dewdropp on the
lawn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The cycle of the living lawn and the magic of nature we must look after natures work...regards