The time where the sun shines, ice melted,
Seed grows, and a new symbol of new born.
Hopes from holes, brightening the whole new world.
Mother of nature, pray for nothing earn.
The greatest love on earth, cant be measure.
Money is nothing but piece of paper.
Buy no love, no family, no pleasure.
Hath no true, no prue and rue. Mark, alter!
Moms love is like roses blossom, how sweet!
Loads of clouds shifted, as hugs come across.
Coldness, blue, icy, despite in my heart.
Art now melted like ice, turn into toss.
Not a thing can compare to mom love
Feel the great love, and need no words to prove.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem