Look how meadows and valleys are greening,
Water's lapping in quiet spits.
Giant ranges are sleeping and dreaming
And the cities are cradled like kids.
Living leaves are just rustling and rolling
In a flowers' incredible dance.
Sparkling sparks are surviving and burning
In the shapes of a marble pretence.
Leaves are turning in whirlwinds of colors,
In an emerald necklace of spring.
They are marvelous under the covers
Of that magical natural ring.
But however last rays has been banished,
They have floated from fragments of soul.
Misty mirages vanished and vanished,
And nobody could see them at all...