The flowers
They bloom
The seeds
They sprout
Spring
The special time that the world defrosts
And becomes beautiful again
It is spring for me
I am defrosting from the cruel winter
The winter of depression
Still the cold winds blow,
In from the northern place of solitude
To the southern of togetherness
For I am not a bird, that flies south
They are the people around me
I am a frog in a world full of birds
Bearing the harsh winter
But again, it is spring
