Flowers born new,
After suffering the hardness of winter.
Spreading across the grassland,
Where birds chirp all along,
As they know the reality of another season coming along.
Animals wake up after a long sleep,
To find soft dew drops on the leaves.
Soon this beautiful season will be gone to the hands of the hot, destructive summer all along.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem