Increasingly warmer, it's late spring,
So verdant hue is deepening.
With a gentle touch of purple light,
Flowers abound in bright.
The fragrance spreads in every direction,
The bees become guests, their selection.
In the feast bestowed by the paulownia tree,
They chase the sweetness of honey with glee.
(22nd, May,2023. Kinsley Lee)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem