When the rain will be gone
And winter will set in
We will go to the silent hill
That is draped in green
We will live there in a cave
As long as it is cold
There we will watch the sun
Spilling rays of gold
We will enjoy the cold stream
Flowing around the base
Of the hill singing a soft song
Glowing as sheet of glass
When the winter will be gone
And summer drops by
Green disappears from hills
And stream turns dry
We will come down to live in
The shade of a tree
Till from the scorching heat
Rain sets the earth free
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantastic expression on season. Beautiful poem.10
Inspired. My deep gratitude Sir.