Let us weave a dream. Sent
And when the gloom has passed,
A joyful serenity descends from the rowdy night wind.
The village woodland explodes into a throbbing festival of golden rays
As an endless display offlowers rises to greet the strugglingmorning.
My heart goes wil
Frenzied for the freedom of the open air.
I grow wings and I fly.
Like the crazy bee, dressed in flying pollen of sunlight,
I raced the shadows down to the valleys,
Like a kite I fly the world below to the wind.
I gather the blue sky in the palms of my hands
And like chaffs to the breeze, blow it with gentle fire of love
From every tree
Down to the hungry valleys and up the hills I wake the birds
I fill the sky with fond flood of ecstatic light.
The air resounds with an ineffable choir of chirps and warbles..
This beautiful world was never intended to be a place of sadness,
A reign of killer bullets
Or sickening virus!
Endless sunshine writes the constantly new history in letters of gold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem