May in the field

A rich crops in forests and grasslands,
everything beautifies the novel greenery.
thousand flowers are looming
and each is wonderful.
And the song of birds hidden in the grove
is ringing holiday joys.


Poem taken from “Calendari dels Pagesos” – literal translation of Catalan.
Year: 1989

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