If you knew about the beautiful flowers of forest,
you would stop and you would feel their fragance,
if you forgot about their multi-coloured carpet,
then you would be able to tarry a moment.
Find the way that goes to happiness
to song of spring, under the trees in bloom,
you will see the golden corollas there
and your heart will be full of love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice word painting..Your forest sounds like a lovely place in which to write a poem. Keep up the good work. Regards, Sandra Fowler