When the sun rise,
life is starting.
Mountain dews drop,
cocoons pop.
Bees suck pollen,
mothers stomachs are swollen.
Wind whistling in the hollow,
while a brown swallow
sing.
When the sun sets,
life goes to sleep,
until the sun rise again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well written. Your doing a good job. Keep the poems coming along.