The mountain is cold
The summer so sweet
The frozen glades of winter seep
But down in the valley
In the mist in the air
There lays a snowflake
Floating without care
For it does not come about weather or season
But comes down to stay for a purpose a reason
For if there were none who stayed the long while
Then life would be missing its charm and its style
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem