I LOOK AT SPRING AT ANY TIME, IN THE MORNING, IN THE AFTERNOON, AND IN THE EVENING . I LOOK AT THE GREEN AND LONG SPIKES OF GRAIN MOVING THIS SIDE OR THAT SIDE IN A BEAUTIFUL SHAPE. I GET SURPRISED TO SEE THEM DANCING FOR THE SPRING AND FOR THE WIND. THE GREEN FIELDS THAT GOT FILLED WITH ALL BEAUTY AND ALL THE SWEET SPIKES OF GRAIN. JUST A SPIKE OF GRAIN CAN MAKE A SWEET SPRING.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Quite a subtle theme, very good