Year cycle

When new leaves are sprouting,
Soothing breeze is blowing,
Can hear the song of cuckoo bird,
It is the beginning.

When the sun is at the zenith,
Scroching sun burns the earth,
The living beings are exhausted,
Year is enjoying its youth.

Sheding of foliage,
dew drops on the grass blades,
moist air turns into dry,
It is the time for old age.

Sunrays are dimmed,
Trees are standing naked,
The earth is in hybernation,
The year is dead.