Everybody needs to be true
I am counting on you
To give and not die
The hope that's within and high
Reaching to freedom breeze
The growth of its trees
That comes from the seed
Of give of love and need
Everything that you teach
Is coming and being for reach
The high winds of freedom
The earth of fertile blossom
So much to give and wake
In every upcoming take
Those flowers that now are born
From splitting of outside torn
And making of prosperous day
Each of their coming play
The tidings of summer heat
In going of flowering street
You and I of darling close
Like petals of an opening rose
In gardens of coloring shine
Each bed from a line to line
With grass and greenery leaves
In moments of going weaves
How wonderful in the bright
On a day to an evening flight
When reddish blushes to dark
In glow of sky yellow spark
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i agree with james 10+++++