The warmth of spring brings a unique kind of revival.
With a special gusto it spreads an oomph for survival.
It is a kind of warmth that brings dreary back to green.
It is Mother Nature’s CPR; it is much better than caffeine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That last line. It sure is! Got ride of the winter hues it did: O)