Who divided the rivers and mountains <br />Forty-five years ago, hearts were torn, blood flowed <br />Standing and waiting, turning to stone looking at my homeland <br />The cries of anguish are no longer heard No fertile land for the trees to grow, no water to float the ships <br />No flight in the sky, where did it go <br />Known long ago, Korea was the rising sun of the East <br />Everywhere, tall trees, clear waters, blue skies To roam everywhere, to greet everyone <br />But that was yesterday <br />Spring comes to other countries, where everyone can travel <br />But winter snow blocks the path to my homeland Following year to year, people and seasons come and go <br />I am waiting, why are the spring winds not blowing <br />Winter is long and cold but spring must come <br />The seeds are waiting to bloom Spring has arrived, let us join hands <br />Let us plant trees on the mountains <br />Let us sail our ships on the rivers <br />Let us fly far into the sky<br /><br />Michael I. Byun<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/let-the-spring-winds-blow/
