The yellow flowers outside my window-
Kissed by sun rays in the morning,
Glowing like they are smiling.
They cover the tree top,
Looking as beautiful as they can
Making me happy all day long.
As an umbrella upon the tree,
When it rains,
They get drenched.
How lucky this tree is.
It has so much to show
Which other trees can only dream of.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have a most beautiful tree in my backyard, when budding, it's branches are covered in what looks like miniature bundles of rose bouquets. They open to a snowy spray of whisper soft white....it looks like it is made up of a dream. Your poem gives us a glance of Spring's awakening....glorious. Well done. PEACE