Hello!

Ah the scent of morning dew accompanied by rising flowers.

The youth of springtime lifting the spirits of many,

dampening all those heavy thoughts and leaving them to dry under the sun.

Oh, but if spring were to come in a bundle of roses!

Oh, but if spring were to come riding on the wings of butterflies!

How lovingly would I accept them into my arms,

gazing at shimmering reflection upon the river at noon,

meeting the greeting of fish as they jump to the air with their fins extended.

The beauty of awakening spring before the stirring of other seasons.

Hello!