It's disappointing not to see
a full moon shining above me
It's hidden by clouds racing low overhead
watching, as I am, from the warmth of my bed.
It's dark, save for the night light in my room,
so I make a wish hoping to see the moon very soon.
Then suddenly a hole in the cloud rapidly appears,
revealing stars and the moon - now isn't that weird!
As it drifts closer overhead,
I lean forward and fall out of bed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem