Underneath the willow tree, engrossed in all around,
I can see so many things and each one is profound.
A blue sky filled with snow-white clouds, the budding of a tree,
A robin singing, "Spring is here," a child who sits by me.
The daffodils are all in bloom, the hyacinths have started,
Spring gardening has just begun, but all of it's half-hearted.
The fragrances that fill the air, a natural scent I mean,
The perfume of the flowers, and the grass, just turning green.
How did I know that spring arrived? Who told this tale to me?
An ant, a spider, butterfly, and oh! of course the bee.
Spring fever has just shown herself to people of this land,
As I spot two lovers now, walking hand in hand.
Won't you come and sit and dream, and pass the day with me?
I have saved a spot for you, 'neath the willow tree.
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