A warm summer night
As I lay in bed
Still quite bright
No thoughts in my head
Not a sound in the house
A warm breeze creeps through the window
Like a cat creeping up on a mouse
A butterfly flies by its wings flapping like waving hello
I close my eyes and I drift into dream
As the last of sunlight fades into a beam
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem