Hearing the songbirds sweet song,
Hails in the morning.
Another day on earth, I prolong,
Bring in the light sojourning.
At night I rest as the cricket plays his fiddle,
He feels safe from the bird, natures riddle.
Each their symphonic melody wanes in best,
A joyful day begins, or a peaceful night of rest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the song bird sings its song and the cricket plays along. he rubs its legs in tune as he whispers to the moon. let us create a sound that becomes world reknown.