Spring sunshine plays with the wind,
What thoughts come to mind?
Delight, like children at the beach
Playing tag - plashing the rippled edge.
Delight like the bushland birds,
Wheeling in joy - alert, newly paired.
Delight like the old man without regrets,
Free of the demons of success and failure,
Throwing a poem into the stream of time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem