Woken by the early birds,
singing out their song,
strange to us their language,
to them their mother tounge,

Step outside to the breeze,
so peaceful and so calm,
when like this, so quiet,
Wonder how things come to harm,

Walk in the meadows of fresh flowers,
the pollen slowly drifts,
spring is here now,
No longer winter mists.

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