Winter’s almost gone;
The snow is thawing fast;
With chillness on the wane,
New leaves and shoots spring.
Buds blossom to flowers
Of various hues and shapes;
Birds fly happily and
Insect noise is heard.
A cool zephyr blows;
Landscape’s beauty thrills;
Spring queen’s grandly clad;
Hope fills hearts anew.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fine effort. If only it were happening next week!