Down in the valley
The heavens fell.
From out whose bubbly
Idea did jell
Fair, nay, fairest for
Flower-making
Stepped too, that glamour
Queenly for Spring.
Due fervours, renewed!
Felt at whose knees
Girls', boys', flutter-strewed:
Butterfly's, bee's.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent writing James. Thank you for sharing
Thanks so much Mario