i wept for the winter,
and smiled for the summer,
i frolicked in the sunflower fields,
made fragile necklaces from golden daffodils,
i ran wildly across the fields of life,
the land untouched by the city's rusty knife.
i smelt heavenly scents from the floweres self,
nature can not be calmed by mans wealth.
i lay by the icy sparkling stream,
washing me city worn body,
hoping for a spiritual clean.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a very good write vincent.