Smell of Spring

The snow before honey hued sun flees The rivers begin to unfreeze The fragrance of field flowers and bonfire is carried by spring breeze Catkin begins to grow soon flowers will be pollinated by bees Transverseing the linen blue visage of heavens is the flock of returning geese The stillness of the meadow gives you false impression that everything is at peace But wonders of both natural and supernatural never cease And at spring time their output will increase The amber colored leaves of ramifying willow stretch to the sky They look like mosaic made from oceanic depths to anything that above them will fly Its soul is like someone would make its cells transmogrify Into bizarre form that in strange sideline of the mind will lie The abyss of those forms to such immeasurable depths leads That absolute counterbalance to make it real it needs But neural flame those boundaries exceeds And neural flame fueled none linearity is what this ability feeds