The Spring
Tinted hazelnut tree
When spring awakens
When the newly green fields
Fill with wild flowers
In the swishing of the high grasses
And the buzzing of the bees
In the sparkle of renewal
We, like the flowers
We also awake.
When the newly green fields
Fill with wild flowers
In the swishing of the high grasses
And the buzzing of the bees
In the sparkle of renewal
We, like the flowers
We also awake.
