Through the winter I came here, to this square of grass edged with trees

Taking the paths that skirt it, on my way here and there.

Every time it was barren, often covered in frost.

Yet yesterday, the grass green again, I came across a glorious sight:

White frost was replaced with men in whites;

The air, so long silent, resounded with birdsong, and chatter

The sound of ball on bat, claps and cheers.

Sound of life, Sounds of summer, sounds I love

The sound of a thousand happy days, of so many memories

Yesterday, I came across summer in the park.