I move on
Waiting for none
This sunny morning
May not come again
The weather is bright
Flowers are smiling
Bees are humming
Wind is blowing free
Cloyed with sweet
Essences of green
Meadows and green
Valleys where birds
Are enjoying games
I can't wait for those
Who are sleeping now
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Even the flow of this poem moves in an optimistic manner: it is joyful and nonchalant!
That is indeed a very inspiring comment. My regards.