Birds are restless today
And flowers don't look at the sky
Bees are silent, butterflies don't move
And it is time for the spring to die
In the heat of summer
The ponds and rivers will go dry
From the trees the aroma of sprouting
Leaves in the tepid air will no more fly
Such sorrow written in this! .. While yet so Beautifully expressed! ..
And it is time for the spring to die.....keen and critical poetic observation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So very deeply heart touching! .. Endless 10'S And Stars! ..++++++++++++++++++++