Like big white mountains of whipped cream
they're piled up there below.
It seems impossible to dream
they'd put on such a show.
I fly at thirty thousand feet
above each fluffy cloud,
and that "cream" looks extremely sweet;
Believe me, I am wowed!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well composed fascinating poem, sir Kim...10++
Thank you, Sir Bernard. One of these days, they will make you a saint, I'm sure!