Shy and timid like a sensitive child
under mouldering leaves you lie
dreaming with timorous mice of
warmer climes and bright blue sky.
Now sweet little friend come
cast aside all doubt and fear
arise, with the warming sun
it's time for you to reappear.
Beams of yellow light appear
when you unfold your arms
to lighten up the woodland glade
as you display your charms.
You're as priceless as a drop of dew
and mortals come from lands afar
to stand and stare at your sweet face
in truth-- you are a Super Star.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem