Just a new day I had thought upstairs
Sitting on my little cradle at dawn
Expecting the food vendor I had dreamt inwards
All this gummy dirts were washed down
Just like the moment between life and death
Looking at my back, it was these bees I doubt around
I beheld not an apiary in the depth
Round my tangerine they buzz abound
Just a trivial relief
Allies came saying they are creatures of the great one
Appreciated by men through this belief
Oh! I said I shall be as this crayon
To appreciate the bees
Fortunately they come my ways.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh! I said I shall be as this crayon To appreciate the bees..........................excellent write with wonderful imagery.of life, ingeniously depicted,10+, thanks for sharing