Springtime

The icy wind gently blows through the trees

The flowers are swarming with ten thousand bees

Animals are born and cling to their mothers

Others are born, more sisters and brothers

The fish jump and splash in the tranquil lake

The under-the-sea creatures now come awake

The soft grass grows, delicately green

All the fallen leaves nowhere to be seen

The sun burns so brightly, shining on me

No more grey clouds, almost too bright to see

The sky is so blue, it looks like a painting

It is now warm, so no more waiting

This feels like new, the birds want to sing

Nature is anew at the time of spring