Spring 

When Snow melts from top of mountains and hills

When brooks, rivers and springs filled with water

When the nature wakes up from silence of winter

When my heart palpitate with delight and pleasure

 

I assume spring is on its way

 

When the sea rough with unrest waves

When tulips covers fields and hills

When birds return from migration

When nightingales sing

 

I assume spring is on its way

 

When Darkness gives way to bright dawn

When cows moo, sheep bleat

When the warmth of sunshine greets in the morning

When branches dance to the morning breeze

 

I assume spring is on its way

 

When dews silver shine upon meadows

When plants begin to bloom

When young trees sprout

When Clouds playfully cover and bare the sun

 

I assume spring is on its way

 

When anger turns to calmness

When kindness fills hearts

When peace resumes in the land

 

I assume spring is on its way

 

When romance fills the air

When I remember you with that lovely smile

 

I assume spring is on its way

Fridoun