The world slowly wakes from a long slumber,
A special time of year is beginning.
The cocoon of winter is closing up,
Holding all the frost and snow.
A ray of gold fills the air
As the sun emerges on the horizon,
Melting away the last remnants of a season’s past;
As the landscape slowly wakes,
The strong winds have come and gone;
Returning the world to the way it belongs
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem