It is not for me little girl
The wind brings the rain;
It is not for me little bird
The sun warms the grain;
It is not for me little bull
The whistle of the train;
It is not for me little ant
The nectar of the plain
It is not for me little one
The moons of Saturn wane.
It is but a gift for you
From the keeper of the rain.
Copyright Baru Gobira 2006
(April 2006 Delaware)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am glad it gave you a moment of pleasure and thank you for the encouraging words.--Baru Gobira