A poem in English and Italian. — Seasons The bird is eating,
the green yard is flourishing.
How fast does Spring move? The soil is waiting
to be replenished by April rain.
How fast does life move? The tree is eternal,
even with its limbs sawed off.
How far does the apple fall? Life begins,
then it bears fruit,
then it matures
and then
it dies. Stagioni L’uccello sta mangiando,
il cortile verde sta fiorendo.
Quanto scorre in fretta la primavera?