The summer sun
Shines down on me
Providing light
Where I can't see
The autumn leaves
Fall from the trees
a path of brown
Lead us with ease
The winter's snow
As white as light
Nearly see through
But still so bright
The spring flowers
deck on the ground
So full of colour
Is where we were found
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a heartwarming write, Laila.....