The wind takes a stage to dance with river
It runs fingers through lawns' hair to tidder
then returns at a blow to pinch river's face
the river rushes agog inviting wind to race
Sun holds hands of ground between its rays
Rubbing them to melt ice in the warm days
Cheerful trees' branches laugh showing teeth
blooms form a line exhibiting the mirth of trees
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem