Every new day our childrens' joy
Is as fresh as roses,
Even the birds chatter at dawn.
Tomorrow will be sharp and noisy,
Like the bright spotted splash of wild flowers
That freckle
The shaded tawny look of ancient meadows.
How stubborn life is,
It clings like silver in our souls.
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I would like to translate this poem
To respect the value of life. That is the great message.