What is the sweetest slumber of the summer?
is it sleeping in the grass dreaming of what will pass?
or is it running in the woods being and doing everything you could?
yes we all find our place in those brightest days we face.
We get to find our friends returning smiles again and again.
these delicious days that we treasure forever guarded our greatest pleasure.
The best days of the year are always drawing near.
Even when leaving it is secretly beginning.
So hold your heart to the slumbers of the summer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem