In the morning I walk on the road
Looking around for Spring’s shadow
Wearing colorful cherry blossoms
She hides in the tender green buds
Dancing her willow twig fingers
She rolls in the glittering dew drops
I approach her to discern her scent
But she flies away, giggling
Splashing drops of cold water into my collar
I ask her
Why you flee away from me
Because you don’t feel me with your heart
She sings among the leaves
I close my eyes to feel
Her light fragrance of flowers
Her gentle breeze touch on my face
Yes, spring is here

by shun