As The Birds Fly North For Summer

Now the snow is melting All the greenery will soon appear With the bushes budding Mountain streams flowing I feel a breeze that rushes over me Spring is around the corner When violins start to play I will sentimentally shed a tear For I am happy with my fate in time Yesterday I felt a deep despair But the Persian New Year is starting Aries hides behind the sun as she’s shining with a buoyancy in the early morning air. With an uplifted spirit I glance into the sky There fly flocks of bluebirds and singing finches Tweeting their chorus’ into my ears And the music is proceeding with my departing As I hike my final yards and inches Returning after our winter’s separation I reminisce our precious hours As the birds fly north for summer I pensively meditate of no other Then my princess who awaits my presence Naturally like a blossoming flower Such a symphony of splendor and rapture As the birds fly north for summer Always devoted to our tender pleasures Forever honest and keeping our heartfelt promise Always illuminant and never fading Holding a beacon across the shading trees that sprout, casting a calming shadow. This moment we must revel and recapture the extraordinary quaint and quiet province. Through the springlike heavenly measure rings a melody and counterpoint throughout Nature. Mysteries of the rainbow’s prism with a cloudburst and a prancing rhythm. Chloris redeems us with a ring of flowers strung together with a lace of crimson. Indulging us with a pond of tadpoles paddling robustly with a fondness. The daffodils thrill the coming tulips after the crocus has disappeared. We sip our delectable sweetened julep flavored with mint from a mountaineer. We ramble through fields and poppy meadows destined to pastoral blissfulness. As the birds fly north for summer I pensively meditate of no other Then my princess who awaits my presence Naturally like a blossoming flower Such a symphony of splendor and rapture As the birds fly north for summer