The memories in me do remain evergreen
Of beauty i have known and of beauty i have seen
The beauty of Nature that to be re-born has to die
Though that she is an immortal is certainly not a lie
The beauty i loved since i was a young boy
And to look at as an ageing man i do enjoy
On talking of Nature could one ever tire
In her there is so much to love and admire
The beauty in Nature that is all around me
Wherever i turn to look i do see
The magical beauty that she does create
The one that the artists and poets celebrate
In their paintings and poems and it is not a lie
That to be re-born such beauty must die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem