Oh sweet little flower
Tell me what grieves your heart
Did June send no shower
That your small joys depart?
Just nearby is a brook
With waters crystal clear
If you care, take a look
Not a thing there to fear
By nightfall comes the dew
That in leaves you may stash
But droplets may be few
More filling is a splash
And when Fall starts to call
You have lived quite awhile
That when time comes to fall
As you drop care to smile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem