(a poem with seven lines and with six syllables per line. Each line starts with the begining letter of the title)
Sets Orion in west.
Sprouts bloom from their resting.
Sprung new green grass from earth.
Songs of new happy birds.
Scent of flowers fills air.
Sun sets more later now.
Soon summer is coming.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem