The first flowers of spring
comes as the birds sing
Their seasonal cheering and fun.
The single first bloom
By the light of the moon
Opens as baby animals run.
A season of birth!
A season of mirth!
A season of living and growing!
The way to forget
The harsh winter regret
The season of spring, no more snowing!
comes as the birds sing
Their seasonal cheering and fun.
The single first bloom
By the light of the moon
Opens as baby animals run.
A season of birth!
A season of mirth!
A season of living and growing!
The way to forget
The harsh winter regret
The season of spring, no more snowing!
Yeah, I know, it's lame. sweatdrop I wrote it to celebrate my new flower-pressing thingamajig. I've just put in the first flowers! Whoo! xd So it's not really 'the first flower of spring', it's more like 'the first flower dying in my new flower-presser or whatever'.
