My wintry friends were out today
Waving cold, bare arms in the breeze,
'Hello friend, ' whispered the trees.
Above them black crows danced in the air,
Swaying, up and below grey clouds,
Singing sweet songs so proud.
I stood still and listened hard,
Factory hammers growled and groaned,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem