There is a season, I love the most,
it's the greatest season of the year.
flowers bloom and make the world pretty,
and then there's showers, as I smell the air.
it's Spring I say, the best season ever,
the chirping of the birds and the flowing of the rivers.
sometimes I go outside and sit on my porch,
and listen to the insects as they talk to eachother.
and I know that one day I will die and leave this world forever,
but for now, i'm going to relax and enjoy this gorgeous Spring weather.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem