A humble homestead existed
Just over the mountains
Across a green valley
Playful clouds whispered
To those that lived there
Their existence had no care
The flowers danced gaily
When teased by a breeze
A butterfly kissed them
As sweet as you please
Now where is that valley
I venture to guess
That no one will find it
Unless you’ve been blessed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem