It`s Spring Beautiful Poem by Dan Uriel

I sing the spring, the light,
a budding young green hope
my sigh of love is my heart
every year I go day and night

my blood is a playful kid
and the sun bends to me
and laugh at me, how cunning
Oh pump, colour, oh rich Spring

on grassy land weed grass
the breeze is a violin
they spit young girls
and the faces are glad

shepherd gains a love break
and my throat makes the exclamation
our Old Earth is rotating
and how tall is the blue sky

here there are ample carpets
and there, in the North,
where would I never think of it
but I'm not going to North

scream make a poor throat
Oh, my Earth is spinning
breathing love fever
but the Winter is coming, who is a witch

Oh, pump color, oh rich Spring
And death cries