The first rosebud of spring I saw today
It is the sign of a gorgeous beginning.
Although humans mess it and betray,
The planet still continues rhythmic living.
The next few days will be among the best:
The beauty of renew'd awoken gardens
Will give me strength for climbing Everest
And facing trouble that sharpens me and hardens.
Spring's freshness promises unending youth,
Which only art can maintain forever:
The "Primavera" faces speak the truth
That won't decay and won't devalue ever.
In spring, we mortals get the pleasant hope
That end won't come - until the time for crop.
01.03.2017
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