The gaiety of spring in bloom,
The greening of the trees.
The heady scent of blossom
Drifting on the breeze.
A festival of nesting birds
Hidden from the eye,
Caress the ear with music,
Sopranos of the sky.
There's beauty in a blade of grass,
A raindrop on a leaf.
So open up your hearts and minds
And cast out winter's grief.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a nice poem, D. J. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks