THE SPRING

 THE SPRING

        The Winter says a time Good Bye,  

 Cold air increasingly changes form, 

Increasingly it changes the bigger sky 

It brings hopes  at the trees' relation.

Feel it alone, alone! 

The poor insects and creatures get a fine feeling, 

They get busy coming out with newness,

Dried grass are then getting so green, 

Bit by bit people uncover the hot dress.

It fly gladly the cloudlets.

Feel it alone, alone! 

Blanket and hot bed lies with gentle mark, 

Foothpath dwellers are feeling so better, 

Oldage people are feeling fine with heart,

 And Human can watch now the night star. 

The flowers say, " we are here!"

Feel it alone, alone!

Such special feeling  already grows, 

Naughty eyes are greedy to get something, 

Mind begs always a piculiar sharp red rose, 

Love and beauty get togather by human being. 

Hot dress will go to rest, duty closed, 

Feel it alone, alone!

                                  --   Ridendick Mitro