I look to the left,
then to the right,
and i wonder at the sight,
flowers blooming,
the air is moist,
the air so clean,
i can rejoice,
i feel as throw i drank from the fountain of youth,
to feel so clean,
so good,
so pure,
I wish that i may forever be in this sate of mind,
with a clean slate,
so pure of mind.
But alas soon spring is over,
the is dew gone,
the magic flees not to come back till next spring.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah...next spring......fanciful story telling nice easy and fresh lines