A precious little child
Fashioned by God's own hand,
Sweetness that goes unequaled
by the handiwork of man.
A winter baby sleeping calmly
As mountains beneath a robe of white
And winter winds breathe softly
Of God's gift this wondrous little life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This small beautiful poem talks about an innocent child resting under the umbrella of the snowy winter season. Nice poem.