This is my Snow Ball tree, folks
I'm sure you have seen it before
First it is green in the springtime
I soon see it as walk out my door.
Then the snow white balls appear
Very tiny at first they are
But they grow and fill the tree
One of my favorite trees by far.
Summer runs its course
But even then little white balls
Appear as though, it seems
It wants the season to stall.
But it finally happens, of course
And the leaves are amazing to me
As they turn a lovely dark red
On my amazing Snowball tree!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem