Walking through the rejuvinated orchard,
Petals fall in the cool air;
The breeze blows across my face like a cherub's breath.
The sun shines though my sleepy eyelids,
Birds hop from branch to branch,
The air is cool,
But Nature comes to life in the warmth of the hope.

Spring is a time of hope and happiness.
The childhood of nature.
All is green and fresh;
The animals play in the new optimism,
The dewy dampness rubbing on their glistening coats.
Now is the time for life;
For as night follows day, autumn approaches.