Literature
Early Spring
In your eyes I can see the fresh, green landscapes,
Covered with a blossom sheet.
Like in my early spring,
Now I can see crystal waters and clear blue skies.
The moon has gone and the sun has come,
The river flows,
As the nature glows
From the roots to its top.
And a fruit has developed,
From the tree that transformed.
It came from the seed that fell from above,
When the grey cloud passed by, with its wind.
And like the tenderness of the day differs
From the coldness of the night,
I'll give you me
From the bottom of my heart.