In the night
The stars glow bright.
But not as bright as the moon.
Crickets make
the sweetest sounds.
While fireflies dance
in the deep, dark sky.
Soon the sun
Will be up again.
To start a new day
For us to live.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Crickets make the sweetest sounds. While fireflies dance in the deep, dark sky. Sometimes the shortest poems have the most feeling. I like the image!