Here as I sit, as I await summer.
I hear voices, "We want summer."
Winter is too cold, but summer is too hot.
Spring is nice, but I must be in school.
Fall is perfect but school begins.
Which season is the best?
I say to myself, I will work like the ant.
But the ants need no rest.
It has no brain and it does not sweat.
It is not tired, I am human, and so I do what I can.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem