Trees in the
Spring time
nature
merging
everywhere.
Turns and
nods
to
Summer.
Beautiful
days
beyond
compare.
Summer
looks to
Autumn
golden
highlights
in her hair.
Gives way
to
Winter
shivering
in the
frigid air.
Trees go through all seasons facing nature's extremes. Nice poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this poem breathes an air of life into mother earth. and we are like fleas living in her hair. changing colors as she changes her moods. nicely written.