Spring

Spring now knocks the door 

As March leads forth across the leas 

How pleasing  the colour and scent of the wisteria

In broad daylight, they lift up their golden blossom to the sky 

Like a cherry blossom tree gets blended with the fresh breath of air 

The melodic spring whispers from the vale 

Of sunshine and of flowers 

Amid the aroma of romance 

I hear a wandering voice of cuckoo like a flute

And the wind is carrying it horizontally and vertically 

Flowing freely in a wild direction like a breath strikes the narrow edge

Passes like a music through my soul

Echoing in each and every corner 

From hill to hill and to river murmuring mildly 

And the twilight joyfully announces the awning of spring 

Like the spirit glorified

Filled and embellished the earth with the ripen crops in the field and buds rejuvenating 

With revelation of its light 

Sailing high, but faint and white 

And it seemed to me at most 

Like a poets song 

The crisp air is babbling to widespread nuance of colours

Thou brings unto me a tale of visionary atmosphere 

Across the lush green mountains, the old birds fly and spangles in the sun

Chirping and whistling in the morning sun

How mesmerizing the butterfly lift her veined wings and motionlessly lies

And gracefully lays on the sweet pigments of flowers 

Till the wind slides her sheer from the arch crest 

Fluttering and flittering her wings to lift them up and fly high in the crystal blue sky 

Like the queen of seasons 

Like the song-less wanderer mid the songful birds  

Like the daffodils opening up fully fruitful 

Like a rhyme of soothing ode 

Caught when the sunset its last glance imbues

With sudden grandeur, and the tree-tops high

Grasp that swift blazonry,

Then lend those tints to thee,

How mild the spring comes in 

A pleasing song so dear to me 

Dancing upon the rhythm of my soul 

Like the dancing Sakura so pink and pure with a song filled melodious spring.