flying high on Cloudy nights
over the seas, the moon Shines bright.
crackling waves crashing on shore
ocean Breeze people love and adore.
birds in Seaside trees,
singing soft, sweet Songs.
the Melody carries home to the Moms;
and the fathers and Children.
the Open Skies, allowing all free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem