It is darkness, as we speak, outside my room
And the winter is now falling asleep as dawn,
In its glory and its beauty, trembles a yawn
That awakens the vernal revival of bloom.
With a brushing of green and a touch of blue sky;
With the bursting of petals in yellows and reds;
With the lusting for life we will see in their beds,
From the young to the old, all the grateful ones cry.
At its apex the sun will bless all with its love,
While the winds from the northerly plains, like a wish,
Will be cooling the living while the branches swish
In the shade of their leaves - our protectors above.
And the rivers will glide, and the birds will all sing
As the lovers pass by to the beat of the spring.