Spring

The flowers in the field shine like the morning sun, filled with love and joy,

I hoist on my back my picnic basket and set off to the field of love,

Shove the weeds and thistles away and join the field of love,

Above the field of love l see a dove, it glides in the song of the fairy wrens,

Wrens dance in their nest excited for springtime,

As the day goes by, spring returns and it blooms and shines in the new sunlight.