Spring

Flowers bloom, bees are happy, birds rejoice.
Spring arrived, it is the great rebirth of joy
butterflyes dance from flower to flower
the skies are blue, as blue as ever
the rain washes away the impurity left
after the snows of winter melt
and Oh! the magnifisence, the beauty
Spring is a maid of honour, fresh and shy
she does not know she enamours
with her arome so exquisite
She ignores her power to make kings fall at her feet. And yet she does honour to her name, everything springs with strength, with color, with love, and all sweethearts feel the rapture of that love and can not fight against the sentiments that takes them prisioners of the most romantic dreams.
Spring arrived, she lives a short time and leaves behind, flowers, birds, bees and loving maids that will be waiting for her comeback in next year's time to spring to life again.