The harvest is over this year
I wait for next year's summer
Nature never fails in its promise
One season faithfully follows another.
Yet the bounty of my harvest
Is richer than any that nature can provide
In your loving heart shines the eternal green pasture
I need nothing more.... all else I set aside.
Our love is the ripening
Of all that grows in this fertile land
Far away from the fever and fret of life
Upon luxuriant and faithful soil we stand.
Every seed of love we plant together
Will flower and grow to be ours alone
This is our pasture of endless beauty and joy
This is the most splendid bounty of what we have sown.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem