Winter lays it dormant
So it may repent
For all season long
Forgive its scrapes and strikes
Only its nature and its likes
No matter the wrong
And if be forgiven truly
It will be blessed with beauty
So sturdy and strong
To dwell in the sun
To grow into one
That with nature belongs
And when the season finds
It has lost its time
It will rest all season long.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely written piece... good structure and delivery all the best Jon