The Pitter-Patter on the roof,
the drip-drop from the gutter
the gentle rise and fall of your chest
at this unearthly hour.
At night the rain will fall
rocking you to sleep
cease all motion and confusion
to hear the sound it makes.
Nature's Lullaby, you hear
as you begin to drift off to sleep
in the morn when you wake up
the world will be refreshed and clean.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem