Spring! Don’t wave your hands ,
To say me bye,
It will be difficult for me to wait,
Another long year to colour myself in your dye,
Within your short stay ,
you imprinted your stamp on my frame,
Little did you know ,your impact is stirring and imposing,
Every second my thought dwell for your empathy,
The newly sprouted leaves long for familiarity,
Have you imagined ,your absence will drown me in misery,
Is it easy to flower my base in anxiety?
Fresh florets and swinging posy linger to bloom ,
In my garden of delicacy,
With out you ,what will happen to their solidarity?
I don’t want to lose my grip of intimacy,
You stubborn spring ,ready to detach yourself from my conformity,
If summer is determined to come,
To ascend your throne,
O spring dear ,come soon to sprinkle your dew on my dry vine,
Because your rhyme will trigger green to my mead.