Welcome, Spring

In the neglected garden the new grasses grow, bright green in color, and dance with the breeze, rejoicing in life and light and sun. Yesterday the apple tree was clothed in blossoms of snow, and whenever the wind blew, the petals scattered over the garden walk and came in through the window into the room, falling in a dance upon the table and the chair. Today only a few of the blossoms remain, and among them hovers a golden bee.

In the water basin the sun glitters, and whenever the breeze blows, waving the branches of the tall palm, the sun breaks to pieces in the basin, then returns, little by little, to form a small circle of light. Suddenly I heard the rustle of two wings and the clapping of leaves: the sparrow had flown from the lemon tree and perched on the edge of the neighbors' tiled roof, singing.

Now a white cloud has come up and veiled the sun; the edges of the cloud have turned to pure gold, and the sun's rays pierce through its sides in straight golden lines, as in the pictures of the saints.