The flowers dance for the sun,
the grass prays for rain,
the trees waves their branches,
saying please dont cut me down,
or burn my leaves, the wind tells
the clouds to spit out rain, the clouds
laugh, becouse he did not say please.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
YOU MUST HAVE...'TWAS FUN TO READ...STELLAR USE OF IMAGERY..... ....BY THE WAY...WHICH 1/2 WERE YOU AWAKE FOR...lol...'''''''''''''''''FRANK..10!