The rush of wind chases a wayward cloud Over the foliage's luscious green mounds It billows on its good fortune allowed Feeding flowers leave stock's roots underground
Petals bloom; centered bud's pollinations The sun burdens and caresses at once The bumble lost its edge to pollutants Overcome in the tepid meadows grace
The seasons start to grow long and narrow Encompassing the changing of our times within their altering breadths; to and fro It's shown upon the rocks face's in tides
She's beauty, ruffling with sents of sweet dew And in her pluck, spring has become renewed