Bright, green, and shiny
It sits waiting for the day to start
The farmer climbs up
And it starts with a grunt
A full day of work lies ahead
The sun glints off of the metal
And makes it sparkle
The sun sinks low
As the sounds die away
Put into the barn
It waits for the next day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem