The bright sunlight faded the colours of the blossoms
and cast a haze over distant brackened hills.
The master artist knows with all his art and skills
the deepest secrets of that coloured tapestry of life
lie in the dark shadows low beneath the trees.
And under hawthorn bushes' sharply shining leaves
the finely scented earth in warmth and moisture melts
the essence of all beauty and sets it free to breathe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem