Oh beautiful Magnolia, you're blossoming again.
It's early Spring and there you are like you have always been.
Your glorious Spring time beauty is wondrous to behold,
But it is such a little while until your blossoms fold.
It only seems a day or two from when you're in full bloom
That petals start to flutter down and leave me with sad gloom
The reason I feel gloomy is that just once each year
I see your gentle beauty, then wait another year.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem