The wind whispers in my ears
the forest waves to my eyes
that as beauty change its natures
and the spring-romance touches in our minds.

The spring flowers are wakening from their cold-iced beds
dancing with their different colures
and coming home with sunny dreams.

And the cranes are missing your smiles
when they are flying over the lakes.

The spring won't wait of your arrival
the cranes will finish their dances of rival.

Though your love will be awaken and remain
from a sun set to a dark-night until your return.

Jamal/Sthlm/2 Apr 2009/