Rose’s
Skies
Even butterflies
Flowers
Grass
Even some sunflower seeds
Falling to make more
Birds sing in morning
When I wake
Love for the smell of rain
To cover the pain
From the icy cold snow
That falls off the trees like autumn leaves
That turns orange, red with some green
Like the best season that falls on me
That’s spring I think
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem