.
What do you
want? It’s Spring!
Why do you
predict its death if the Sun shines
And fills our
souls with joy, and the birds
Cheerfully
enlighten our minds
With thoughts
of happiness ?
Why do you
insist complaining this is a passing grace?
..
It’s
Spring, can't you understand?
Do I have to
shout to explain to you
The miracle of
Nature?
Do I have to
tie you and shut you up
To stop you from mumbling bitterly,
“Ah, this
good weather hasn’t come to stay?”
.
Don’t you
see?
That precisely
for being ephemeral
Spring is
absolutely beautiful?
That exactly
because this kind and mild warmth
Is transitory,
it’s utterly cosy?
That the
explosion of life that makes us reborn
Dwells in the
precariousness of this blessed light
Flooded by the
rain, beaten by the wind?
.
Silence, if you
can’t appreciate
The magnificent
day that awaits us!
.
What do you
want? Everything comes to pass,
Everything
changes, and that’s the reason why
We may remain
as we are.
.
.
