The moon, with friendly clouds,
playing hide and seek,
it's delightful.
The kid wants to join,
But how, she wonders,
They are high above.
Mother will tell, she has no doubt.
Till then,
let her with delight
watch them play.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a nice poem on nature that we overlook 10 for it