The forest is beginning its spring
With sets of songs that come through
Onward to summer it will sing
Give it what is growing and new
Course through the woods - beautiful
With fragrance hence sweet in air
Never a moment acquaintance dull
Blossoming expansion everywhere
Still there is snow in corners I see
Bringing again winter full thoughts
Junctures come in peaceful harmony
Taking away its passionless knots
How will it be after week to come?
Greenery fields in the dark deep
Summering flowers in highest plumbs
Moment's reminiscences always to keep
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a beautiful walk of discovery you have had and portrayed here... Alison