If the sun could tell us half
That he hears and sees,
Sometimes he would make us laugh,
Sometimes make us cry:
Think of all the birds that make
Homes among the trees;
Think of cruel boys who take
Birds that cannot fly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That was a sudden turn from light to dark. I am so impressed with her skills and her soul- together they give us poetry that is exceedingly worth the reading and musing over