the greatest poem ever
has not been written
the greatest poet
is still unknown
so, i keep on writing
to let you know
how i feel when it snows
or rains or spring winds blow
autumn leaves float
or morning dew on green grass
cloudy skies, the frost in winter
sunshine and morning
the color scheme, landscapes seen
the rivers and water flowing
of motion and waste, and how wonderful
it is to be alive and remind you
the best is yet to come
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem