I have seen,
How nothing actually dies;
The buried seeds and roots,
Come to life again;
In spring!
The greenery fades;
Green leaves pale and fall;
Flowers wither;
In autumn!
Then winter - harsh and cold!
Yet, not a season of death! Intermission -
For everything to rise after near-death;
So I do not grieve;
Everything rises from the dead!
Resurrection!
Life will bloom again!
MyKoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem