On the birch branches, leaves

On the birch branches, leaves

are out in full-bud,

the happy squirrel scrambles

up and down the trunk,

the dormant hibernators,

the bees and the bugs,

and bumble-bees awaken.

Duckweed color the

meadow bogs with green,

the frog is tempted forth,

to jump on reed and rushes

the dragonfly flies

o'er the strand and alights

happily on the young reeds.

And on the garden-trees

everything is white and green,

the May flowers sprout forth,

Elder and jasmine,

the rose, o bliss, comes soon!

In the warm sunshine

are blooms for everyone.