The tide advance
The tide recedes
Winter goes
summer comes
Summer wanes,
the cold increases
The sun rises
The sun sets
The moon is full
The moon is black
The birds arrive
The birds depart
Flowers bloom
Flowers fade
Seeds are sown
Harvest are reaped
All is a circle of mood
Human is a part of nature
And so....
like tides,
Our moods will rise
Our moods will fall
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem