Spring has gone,
Leaving the sweet scent of mayflowers,
And soft perfume of daffodils,
Fresh, green grass showered with dew at dawn,
Little, cheerful drops reflecting the sunlight,
Trees, shimmering softly in a summer breeze,
Slim birches, laughing gracefully as the butterflies tickled their branches,
Strong oaks, spreading their arms protectively over the winding path,
Tall pines, dancing to the music of the wind,
in the spotlight of the rising sun…
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I would like to translate this poem
It is beautiful and imaginative, the words go with adorable imagery.