Well,
it's spring now.
The tree still stands
Alone.
The leaves have deserted it
No grass, no dirt
No rain, no sun.
It's just there
Alone.
Will anything ever come?
Will anyone ever come?
Well,
it's the end of spring now.
Is there anything left?
No.
All hope is gone.
Suddenly,
the wind blows.
In the view,
A remarkable flower blossoms.
This new life
new air
new something?
Just what everything needs.
Just what everyone needs.
Now there is light,
there is love,
there is something instead of nothing.
It's now summer.
The tree still has its flower.
It will never be alone again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem