Whispering, the bird said to the tree:
It’s cold and I’m going, what about thee?
Nay, I’ll stay and you shall be free
Then it will arrive, the one in misery
Endure, I must! It is cold, oh it is very!
Rise little bird, fly away: Lands became “wintery.”
Sun rises between the misty mountains, at last,
Peaches, grapes, apples grow and mature quite fast.
Roses awaken from their sleep that was very vast.
Ices of mighty lands melt, destroying their past.
Nurtured tree of Heaven stops its growth, avast!
Giggling fairies fly and gather some bast.
Sea is hotter, a lot hotter certainly,
Unaware birds fly in the sky, delicately
Miserable snow melts and disappears, reluctantly,
Many lovers, in front of belovéds, knee
Earth asks the sky, if they would ever marry
Rumors die in pain, daisies revive;
summer has arrived, finally!
Floods arrive
And strive to the summer bribe
Lilacs, are forced to die.
Lilies cannot resist, they’re shy,
very shy...
this was the seasons with their endless story,
winter, spring, sumer, fall;
they cycle in glory!
they cycle in glory!
