Wind in spring blows;
Petals wither.
Wind in summer blows;
Fruits fall down.
Wind in autumn blows;
Leaves are shed.
Wind in winter blows;
Barks get cracks.
Still trees love wind.
Still women love men.
27.10.2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very Good Thanks for the share. -Brie