Soft the morning dew
A kiss upon the earth
Gently greets the morning
Illuminated by the sun
Hard the early frost
Gripping the earth
As the day comes to light
Through the fog of night
Seasons come and go
Flowers bloom and wilt
Birds sing and leave
And in all of this always
Will be you and me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem