The merry dancing of the breeze,
That keeps us on our toes.
It blows to places deep in freeze,
And sees the highs and lows.
The breeze flies past the desert hot,
Blowing the sand along.
Through the branches, slot by slot,
The breeze is never
wrong.
Through the frozen,
barren seas,
Through the mountains high.
Through the sands and through the trees,
The breeze shall always fly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The breeze has something magical. Something superb. Excellent poem