Remarkable are the larks.
The Skylark.
Meadowlark.
And the ones to take,
For the fun of it.
When adventuring after Winter snows.
To again welcome Spring.
With a familiar song to begin to sing.
Remarkable are the larks.
To do what one wishes.
On a whim without announcements.
Like deciding to run,
Through a field lush with cat-tails.
Or sitting in a park as dusk falls.
Awaiting for the moonlight.
To entice romance.
With someone loved holding hands.
Then spend the night strolling slowly.
While smiling and gazing up.
To pick out the brightest of stars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem