Fresh cut grass
The deep growl of a Harley
Memories of springs past
Jammin' to Bob Marley
The soul of Gaia stands
After the death of cold winter
Love and flowers bloom
After their funeral in November
The Rebirth of the seasons
The morning of the year
The cycle begins anew
Spring is here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem