Gentle breeze, pushing flower heads a little,
moving their shadows at the same time with an
invisible breeze.
A bee slowly buzzing lazily above the flowers,
looking for one filled with pollen that he
needs to make honey with.
Solid rock outcropping in the midst of all this
nature, just sitting there, watching over mother
nature's hood.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem