The budding in nature,
is so pure to our eyes.
The plants, trees and flowers are
budding Spring is in the bud .
The winter is about being in the closet for a while,
and is no longer a burden to us.
May we occasionally taste,
How the sun comes to us.
Then we all become happy and charged,
A warm sun settles in me.
For a moment I forget the winter days,
And I don't want to complain about the winter.
But I wish,
that spring comes very quickly.
