There's rambling roses slowly growing,
And a creaking mossy swing is groaning,
Birds will swoop throughout the day,
Snatching shiny fruit along the way,
Plants will grow and stretch up high,
To steal a sun ray from the sky,
There's a sparkling stream a flowing,
And still the magic keeps on growing,
The sandstone walls will never crumble,
As long as flowery blossom tumbles,
The weathered gate shall never fail,
Or shatter in an angry gail,
None shall ever mute the lark,
Nor make this secret garden stark,
It shall grow on blossoming love,
Hope and purity of a snow white dove,
Nothing shall ever tear it apart,
For this haven lives in your heart.
Positive thoughts are the treasure of human race. Nice.
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I would like to translate this poem
a lovely piece, love the positivity