The sky once told to the grass,
"Lend me your green, I want to roll on you"
The grass smiled and gave way her green.
The sky now wore the green like a robe on a king!
Days passed in a dancing, rolling joy!
Till it started turning yellow and red,
Red turned brown, brown yielded to black.
The sky in fear now rushed back to the grass,
"It's a curse, take it off me, my beauty sheds"
The grass smiled and exclaimed "All beauty sheds! "
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem