Spring

Birds, why do you keep on singing?

Breeze, why do you keep on stroking?

Flowers, why do you keep on smiling?

Oh, I know the spring's coming.

Soaking up the sun,

Immersing in the stream,

Dispersed in the night,

To get the whole of yourself into the lovey spring.

Although it's still a little bit cold,

And a little bit dismal,

The smell of spring

Has never been so rich and real.

March of 2005