Jolly orange sun peeks over clear horizon,
Emerging, cheering song birds.
Few dew crystals adorn tender shoots,
Flower buds have yet to awaken,
Entwining vines gracefully unfurl.
Rythmic trickles, beckon a stream nearby:
'You must hurry! Follow the footsteps of Spring! '
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I would like to translate this poem