You can hear them softly singing
Gentle as a summer breeze
Voicing feeling with a fragrance
For all of life to know it's Spring
The trees are once again all talking
Telling stories of the age
Written in the book of, Ages
Every year a single page
We have come to be a whisper
A life that always lives for change
Briefly written on the pages
Every spirit knows our name
(05/19/2017)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem