When Autumn comes again...
No one seems to want Summer,
Close to come to an end.
And when Autumn and leaves fall...
No one seems to want the trees,
To lose all of their leaves.
But holidays anticipated,
Comes with a doing to bring on the fun.
And those holidays anticipated tease,
Comes with a joy wished by everyone.
When Autumn does come again...
Everyone gets with something to receive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem