The garden abounds with butterflies & flowers:
A profusion of purples, pinks, reds, greens and golds.
The grand fountain sprinkles silvery blue water.
The air is warm and still save for a gentle breeze;
That seems to whisper lush nursery lullabies.
I'm dumbfounded by delightful daisies growing
From verdant grass. I wonder at weeping willows.
It's a perfect post card picture of passing time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem