The grass shimmers in the afternoon sun.
The gentle breeze blowing a thousand seed heads, Like tiny cobwebs across the sea of sky blue blue bells.
Bee's bob and weave between flowers collecting the prized nectar.
Nettles guard the forrest path like Green clad soldiers protecting the sea of blue from the army of tiny hands ready to pick flowers for a mothers bouquet
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I would like to translate this poem