Butterflys dancing... with my unmade daisy chains,
as the Summer skys are teasing... the distant thundery rains.
Bummble bees buzz, to the wind they way,
in the warm breeze... the essence, of freshly cut hay.
Ow how I wonder... at such a glorious, of summers day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem