The sunflower and flowers are dancing,
Making their plant also dance.
The birds are flying high and high,
Teaching their new one also to fly.
The insects are creeping and creeping,
Waking the sleepy heads up of insects.
The butterflies are after one another,
With the intention of playing.
The ants for food, working and working,
Working for their winter days.
The world is getting more busier,
To achieve something more.
Everything is going on and on,
Everything is moving on and on,
But I Where am I?
Struck in my sea of thoughts?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem