I’m awake,
Once again,
By the touch,
Of the wind in my skin
In this new month of April
The flowers blossom,
Their colors mesmerize me,
Every tone,
Every shade,
They captivate me.
I contemplate the plants, with a scent of bitter-sweetness,
While some bloom,
And others wither,
In an endless cycle.
The fauna and flora,
Announce once again,
With their songs, dances and colors,
The sunrise of spring,
In this new month of April.
After the dreadful silence of winter,
I can hear the sweet singing of the birds
And the sound,
Of the wind dancing with the leaves:
A spring melody...
I observe these creatures,
So graceful, yet so fragile.
They swing through the sky,
Synchronizing their movements with the wind,
As if they were ballerinas.
At the end of this month of April,
I fall asleep,
Once again,
While these tiny singers,
Recite their lullaby.
May 26, 2020
May 26, 2020 at 2:42 PM UTC
I’m awake,
Once again,
By the touch,
Of the wind in my skin
In this new month of April
The flowers blossom,
Their colors mesmerize me,
Every tone,
Every shade,
They captivate me.
I contemplate the plants, with a scent of bitter-sweetness,
While some bloom,
And others wither,
In an endless cycle.
The fauna and flora,
Announce once again,
With their songs, dances and colors,
The sunrise of spring,
In this new month of April.
After the dreadful silence of winter,
I can hear the sweet singing of the birds
And the sound,
Of the wind dancing with the leaves:
A spring melody...
I observe these creatures,
So graceful, yet so fragile.
They swing through the sky,
Synchronizing their movements with the wind,
As if they were ballerinas.
At the end of this month of April,
I fall asleep,
Once again,
While these tiny singers,
Recite their lullaby.