Yellow roses I see, are so precious to me
In mid-June of the year their petals appear.
Sweet perfume invades ~ for endless decades
Diaries of nature are always sincere.
The garden I see brings such pleasure to me
My love grows with each beat of my heart.
Springtime and summertime...delight never fades
The beautiful gift is God's own work of art.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem