Wind blowing, taking trees, leaves, branches and
moving them briskly in all directions.
Cloudy skies, waiting to rain upon earth, knowing
that all of earth needs to be watered in order
to nurture and grow plants, trees and flowers.
Afterwards seeing colors blossoming all over the
place, soon to create a rainbow's arch across the
sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem