The Charm of Spring

I passed in a garden with the gaits of the wind. I saw the owner of garden with the art of love in the look of a rose. The branches of all the trees were ornamented with the blossom of the apple. Bravo, the art of the charm of the spring. The green velvet of the grass has spread its skirt for seeing the munificence in the hearts of my companions. Flowing with the joy, a pond in the garden took the fishes that song the love melodies to the abode of dream. Bravo, the art of the charm of the spring. I heard the joy of love in the clamour of hundred swallows. Then I saw the feast of the trees that had the branches ornamented with the blossoms of love. They song together the melody of unity: bravo the art of the charm of the spring.