The day is gloomy
Sun appear and disappear
I am surrounded with my colleagues very dear
Very caring as though my own brother or sister
Yet the mind never sparkles
As the sun has hidden behind the clouds
The sun provide me energy
Life become busy
Or else a boring gloomy day
I am useless to make hay
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
.....a boring gloomy day I am useless to make hay....//.... Nice portrayal of feelings when Sun plays hide and seek behind clouds. Thanks.