Butterfly on the wing, 
Birds in the distance
ring out their songs of love.
Spring is back! .
But, in my hand I hold a card
The contents of which are very hard
to believe.They tell of Death.
But THEY, who spoke of this before, 
Had no fear - they would not
still be here.
So is that THEY, 
 in some other form that lifts our hearts, 
Telling us that they are
EVER NEAR.
I would that it were so.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem