You
You are the sweet scent of flowers,
The essence of the Spring
I’m a bare and withered tree,
Dreaming of the life you bring,
Whenever you look and smile at me
Under the soft vernal-rain
You water my ever-thirsty roots
And I forget all my pain
You paint my naked boughs again
Green as they should be
You bring back the chirping birds
Oh, how they sing for me!
They build their nests amid my leaves
So neatly with their beaks
And I become a joyful tree
That’s what every bird seeks!
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