Thank you Father for each hot summer day,
for falling rain or the sun's golden rays;
For skies azure blue with fleecy white clouds,
why it makes me feel like singing out loud.
Thank you for autumn leaves, red, gold and brown,
that cling so tightly when fall to the ground;
For the sky full of birds that wing their way south,
and scampering squirrels with nuts in their mouths.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem