The moon covered by a silver light
grace us with the gift of spring,
let the flowers bloom from the magic,
of your sliver touch let the rivers
sing with the warmth of night,
let the spring awake you from
the frost of winters touch,
let the morning bring the birds
song of life's joy let you sing
spring is here at last!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow it 's like a prayer to spring or the spring moon! Just a delight.