The sun sparkles on the steep hamlet,
the scents from the fields and meadows.
Where else would spring be going?
We waited for it so long.
I love the spring that you can hardly see,
a single flower blooming in the cold snow!
-Arnulf Øverland-
I could not find any translation of this poem on the internet so I tried to translate it my self. It sounds much better in Norwegian because the words "see" and "snow" should rhyme.