I can see the wind blowing through the tree's.
i can see the wind rustling the winter leaves.
i can see the rain falling from the sky, i can see the rain coming from up high.
i can tell this winter is going to get much glummer.
so tell me mummy when, when will it be summer?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
your a very impatient young lady. but a good poem. terry