Two months
Earth has lived for ages
No one knows true age
Many things must have
Changed, like seasons.
Springs with the buds
And hope does germinate
Then summer with fruits
And autumns' dying leaves.
Comes winter and bundle
But hope lives in hiding
In a den keeps its warmth…
Now all eyes on White House
Season-change in two months! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem