Silent amongst bloom
til mid May
witnessing first then
last to display
For April comes
all is in swing
but those of Oak
are wise to spring
As Aries may be first
to flame it's fire
cold is He, at
Sun's retire
So those lumbered saints
matron of the wood
they only burst green
exactly when they should
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem