The day awoke to flurry of sounds
That swirled about as early snow.
I watched the glyphs that piqued my mind
And penned a poem's embryo.
I gathered up the whisper of words
And made intriguing gay bouquet
But, have a cherry blossom show
That's prone to quickly fly away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem