Spring Poem by Mohammad alKurdi

Swing, swing,
My feelings swing.
Spring, spring,
My heart springs
Out of its place
Once the earth follows the trace

Of the Spring.

The view is plain.
The scene is clean.
Beasts are tame,
Each got a new name:

The poor got luxury;
The desperate got hope;
The injured got health;
The lonely got company;
The cold hearted got warm rain,
To feel, to play,
To love, and to sway.

Green are the fields.
The roses are blooming.
Nature becomes harmless,
Playing symphony music.
The strings are shaking
While flutes are blowing,
To offer pleasure
To please the hopeless
Who's for an anamorata longing.