Windmills with a backdropp of clouds
Is a beautiful way to start the day
The clouds are white and fluffy
We wouldn’t want them any other way
And then they start to change
These white clouds float rather fast
Dark rain clouds blending in now
The nice weather just might not last
The windmill picks up the pace
It too can see something is amiss
Nature had a different plan for the day
As though an Angel blew us a kiss
And then we feel a sprinkle
But that’s okay it surely won’t last
Why don’t we duck back into our car
And wait for the rain to pass
We hope that white clouds replace
The dark ones and sun comes out
Windmills, clouds and sprinkles
Are what spring is all about!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can easily picture the scene