Greeting the Aromatic Spring

Transparent raindrops fall on thirsty roses' buds, sunbeams filtering through clouds make them gleam, yellow-breasted robins, pelted on elms, still dream; the scruffy indigent with raggy clothes ends his sobs by greeting the aromatic spring with a gleeful scream and moved by commotion, I shake his hand that throbs! Somehow his misery will end, but the long and harsh winter he will not remember to awaken his urge of needed things; today, it's the celebration of a spirit once torn by anger, but spring will still his troubled mind by giving him wings! I stand there watching his face being transformed by joy he runs towards me and shouts, " This caged bird is free! " I follow his trail, and find him under branches fluttering; his home is a cardboard box, he'll sleep well this evening!