Spring

Droplets of dew sparkle,

A spring whispers in the open field;

Hidden in heather,

Somewhere a heifer's bell rings.

Pretty gentle open field

Picture views form happily,

All around, flowers release fragrance,

And bushes bloom.

Graze and wander, my little herd,

I sit by a rock,

A sweet song that I like

I'll sing for myself.

A pleasant quiet abandonded place!

Yet some regrets wander in my mind,

my heart mourns,

and a tear forms in my eye.

The tear escapes my eye,

Within me sings a stream,

To me from above,

A skylark responds.

His wings he spreads,

Barely visible to the eye,

Higher, higer...

Lost already among the clouds.

Above prairies and fields he flies,

Still singing his song;

And the song from the ground

He takes up into the sky!