When spring blooms with a shower of water, br Contrast colors of endlessness are seen every quarter; br Every breeze whispers of the splendor of the spring, br While some giggles about the dancing leaves. br br When spring covers the city, it is great and bright, br The city always doth like a garment wear that night; br When the light of the moon falls on the white lotus, br Changes it into a silver magnificent goblet. br br Every morning then, when the sun comes up, br To silvers melt the dews on the leaves; br Each dropp of water that falls on the water surface, br Looks likes baby waves going their ways. br br The sun never did more beautifully steep, br In its first splendor valley or hill at any means; br The river always glides at its own sweet will, br The colors of nature never did have a rival. br br br all copy rights@meriam joseph.