A robin chirps and a blue
bird cries. With blankets of
green, before my eyes.
Beautiful dandelions by my
side. All underneath, such
golden skies. Pink and white
blossoms on the trees. Sweet
and gentle is the breeze. From
the sky dusk does leave. And
left, are beautiful dreams for
the sandman to weave.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem