I go there where
The trees swing in breeze
Where to wake up the
Flowers the bees come to tease
I stay there till
The evening falls as a sheet
Till at the edge of the
Skies day and night come to meet
I come back to me den
When the stars and the moon
Come out to shine and
In the breeze trees begin to swoon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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