The leaves are in now green
With breezy bud's tint
Twilight’s of days between
And fragrances of sweet mint
They are swaying to and fro
The branches of the trees
Tomorrow still early to know
What comes in the air ease?
The ballad of old blue road
Is filling the path in green
Where icily luminesce tiptoed
In moonlight reflect between
And day is becoming bright
With silvery petals yellow
From under the coldness night
That once played gelid cello
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
From blue to green, than yellow... It's a pity, because I was betting on the graceful green as it's got more charm and warmth... Perhaps it's the right course of events and the green may grow in peace whilst the fine woven yellow grins bumbling around... Time will show for how long... Excellent write... I really love it :)