Looking back on summer days
I found them rather boring,
But in my dreams I lived in ways
Like a bird flying and soaring,
In a world of dreams that needed me
I slept my summer days through,
Unlike my life in reality
Everything seemed new,
There was no need for me, awake
I didn't do a thing,
But like staring out on a lake
I knew the magic dreams could bring,
Sleeping through those summer days
It ended when Fall came,
My favourite season in many ways
Never a day that looked the same.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poem makes commentary on much more then seasons. It represents the idea of making the most out of every day we live, and to never look back. Very nice.