Life's incessant treadmill is slowly redeemed
Within the sacred cycle of the seasons:
Where reality often merges with dreams.
From spring through to winter we should gaze upon
The earth in a state of deep wonder and awe.
We poets and artists know this to be true.
Nature's keys help open consciousnesses' doors
And words and colours are constantly renewed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem