a breeze that stirs the pine
will bring its seed to earth
the passion of the spring
shall celebrate rebirth
the raintree's russet leaves
are colors of the dawn
the mockingbird will sing
to claim the world lives on
more orchids set their buds
as winter counts its loss
and men may then reflect
but all must bear a cross
the ghost of winter fades
yet cannot bring release
what is the worth of spring
without the hope of peace
Very nice poem. Even nature's beauty can not help to escape us from violence. Still I pray with you. May peace be upon all. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you. Hope is extremely hard to find these days. Still we must try.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very beautiful poem. What is the worth of spring...without the hope of peace. So true. Loved this poem.
Instead of getting better the evil in the world seems to be getting worse.