Tweets of birds,
Laughing of leaves,
Songs of spring.

The sun shines brightly on me,
Smiles back to me,
Like a mother to her son.

Tweets of birds,
New babies,
In the nest.

Laughing of leaves.
The sun rustles them,
Like fingers in his hair.

The songs of spring,
They sing to me,
And I welcome the sweet tune.