this first snow that falls
but i have to recall
when snow melts
what does it become?
water? H20?
no for it will become spring
no matter how cold it is
the blooming of flowerz
the suns almighty powerz
spring will always come
spring, summer then autumn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mother Earth has her own way of telling us that its time 2 harvest...or to change our ways. Nice write Lacey. Peace out, Hippy Sav