Why spring air fails to stir you up
the way it does with the rest of the earth?
How can a young tree stand so still
when the whole of the garden bathes in thrill?
It gets me mad and I feel like killing you!
Then it makes me sad `cause I will miss you!
This volcano fumes yet it does love you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem