I see the cool wind gently caress open spaces
It is a new wind, a kinder one
No longer feared, welcomed by appreciative faces
Long overdue, its time has come
At first it brought its crisp and windy chill
Then it rained despair
The voices of men and mice... quietly still
It lashed and tore at hope till there was nothing there
The weather's a-changing they say
Young and old have noticed a shift
And men and mice now challenge the day
no one's adrift
The wind still comes from the sea
The air still has that chill
It blows hope now for you and me
which makes it easier still.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
really nice........