The Kingdom of the Spring Has Come

The kingdom of the spring has come at last the earth is new, the flowers burst. with noice and warmth and vivid strenght young and reniewed are we again. Listen how the dancing creek calls his sister so tender and quick, she is the river rushing wide and deep swallowing him in her falls and depts. Look at the trees covered with blossoms so gently bowing in silent rhythm , dressed so nice with woderfull colours they are so beautiful, so bright, and so real. The meadows are awaken and full of desire magical carpets are the endless fields. every small bit of earth and stone are covered with Beautiful green, so fresh and so sweet. At early morning the tulips are so gracefull bringing a toast with red chalises, hyacinths – tender bell ringers look at them and smile with warm joy. The narcis is naugthy, he bows to the lilly. she is so shy, so innocent, poor little thing, poor tender lilly is she beginig to cry and to wheep. The magical singers have reapered. the beautiful swallow, the sweet nighingale. they have come from the far south. and as always they are ready to sing. The spring has brought the everlasting youth changing everithing with magical speed. with joyfull noice and vivid power. i see again bright and woderfull world.. /"The kingdom of the sprig has come"/N.Georgieva