The forest glades teem with abundant energy
As the summer returns again,
This warm planet visits us with warning;
It is sweet to picture a crowded wood,
Full of wooden trees barking like dogs.
It is adornment for the world to ignite,
The sleep of living things subsides,
Ignition of the weather is from the lightning
Bolt - A far reaching effect of manly charts.
The sky teems with thriving clouds,
Opening with suns and moons,
Closing the picture of gallantry so existent;
With reward is a destiny or destination,
Forwards they move and march once before.
Harvest has won the crowd of sitters,
Onlookers find the crowds displeasing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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