The Magic Of Spring

Winter is slowly passing,

And, forest and grass germinate,

Spring with an angel is coming,

Joyful birds sing.

Extinct white glaciers,

Breezes caress my wrinkles,

With bliss, the sky is blinking,

They bathe in the dew of dawn.

The sun's rays are scattered,

My view enlightened breathes,

While kissing dandelions yellow,

The sadness in the heart is neutralized.

The beauty of the flowers is palpable,

Magic works like luck,

Swarm of bees in nectar is enjoying,

I am fascinated by the aesthetics of spring.