April is the time of the blossoms
When flowers bloom and the water meanderingthrough the chasms
Now it March is on its midway
Summer has set in to make hay
Although it is the time of spring
Music some times ring
With the chirping of the sparrows at times and the cuckoo singing a melody
The climate has changed in a long span of time
Science has advanced and so do the climate
what has got to say the fate?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
cuckoo singing a melody is good.