What You, do Spring Fairy,
Is perhaps not known to You,
But whence cherry blossoms turn
yards after yards of land, into blossoming,
I surely know, You have arrived straight
To our heart, singing in unison,
Your magnificent Season
When love and flowers come
In quiet, slow, silent motion,
What You, do Spring Fairy,
Is perhaps not known to You,
But whence You turn
Fields of the heartland
Into Beauty all encompassing
Whence all birds for You start singing,
I surely know, You have come
To make our country, again a magical space,
O how You make trees wear
New leaves, fruits and flowers,
As if they wait, for You,
As You give them, newest dress.
(*Note: upon a painting, loosely based, as attached, done by Daniel Garber, courtesy : Keith Linwood Stover, Iulia Gherghei)
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