Three grandchildren are happy in Annville
Where they spend one week of their spring break.
Two swing sets are hung inside the house
On these swings, they sprint from sunrise to sunset.
Their long hairs flow down like rivers.
Riding on the air, their beautiful hairs softly float.
Gracefully, their hairs float like angel hairs.
Their waist long hairs are filled with their happy love.
They laugh constantly as they sprint themselves on the swings.
Rhythmic sounds of the swings synchronize with their pedaling
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem