Seeing the cradle moon caressed by mystic shadows,
Directs the visual conflict of the many stars,
These night glowing vessels sell the change.
This sets the stage for the new blossoms.
The greenery, which tells of the coming season,
Sounds that flow delicately through the air.
Scents that tantalize the senses of all,
Beauty that first emerges tells a story.
Capturing the gentleness of the masses,
Yellows, whites, and purples displayed.
Starts the freshness, which grows and grows,
Letting everyone feel, spring is in the air.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem