Spring

"Once upon a time, it smiled at a silent valley. So there were no animals; They'd enlisted in the wars. Putting my faith in the gentle skies, In their blue turrets, they watch the evening sky every night. And keep a sharp eye on the blossoms from above, In the centre of which, there is an all-day The reddish glow sat idly in the sky. Each guest must now confess. The unrest of the mournful valley. There isn't a single item that isn't moving. Nothing else but the brooding airs Over the enchanted solitude. These branches aren't swayed by any breeze. That tremble like the icy waters. The foggy Isles are in the background! Those clouds aren't being pushed by any breeze.