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