Tingles of a chill
Runs along your arm
Bumps in its wake
Spots of water
Checkered your skin
Waves and wind
Move in motion
Rhythm to it's own beat
Listen and you'll hear
Nature's earthly music
Replenish, fresh
Breathe in, then out
Clean spring grass
Grey washed concrete
Simple and pure
Feel safe, and held
When you hear it's tapping
On your roof, your window
See it's tears run
It's heart poured
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I would like to translate this poem
Yessssssssssssssssssssssssss! ! ! You are a WRITER! ! ! Keep writing Love it! ! !