Võ Thị Như Mai

Wind

I collect some wind
Blowing into the ocean
With the sound of waves
Calm the rising tide

Wind lifting clouds
Fully filled with steam
Turning into the rain
Watering flower fields

Wind is mother’s hands
Wind is father’s hands
It is grandma’s moose
Singing a sleeping song

Lulling life, honey drops
For flower to spread scent
Welcome little children
The garden of shone flowers

   

Original: Gió -  Thùy Vy
English translation by Võ Thị Như Mai

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