The Bud Is Out of the Ground

God! You see, the bud is out of the ground It looks so fresh, joyful, warm, and friendly, For the new meeting with the bright sun The azure sky, white clouds, and birds flying, It's happy, it's smiling and singing... Extracting the vapor slowly gathering, Moistening and cooling the leaves God! it's no need to forecast the days When heavy rain, hail, fog...come over There surely should have many moments That the bud has to meet But, we trust in your name that it bears And survives any harms by smart avoiding, Or by bravely facing... The tenacity of life has been lamenting Since ancient times, so needs not to worry! It's weak, it will go through all moments With sunlights, smoke, haze, wind, and rainstorm... To harvest fruits, and become tall