I cannot choose
I love them all,
summer winter
spring and fall.
I love the morning sun
and the noon,
I love the sunset
and the full moon.
They all make me happy
as they help me clear,
all the confusions
that I bear.
Happiness is not a result
It's a choice to make,
It's something to be found in things
like Ice-creams and cakes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem