spring III

the traffic roaring into the open window
butterflies dancing in search for their own
me smiling at the new day with sunshine
who warms the earth's surface in loom


lush the blooming japanese cherry
moorhens collecting sticks for their nests
me wandering along the little stream
who winds itself through spring-city's west


loud the singing of the black-birds
bumblebees looking for places to sleep
me sitting on the window sill watching clouds
who form white cushions into the endless blue