I bow to the ground... Every year, the Queen of Seasons, Spring... arrives in pomp and state. Yet this May there's special reason to rejoice and celebrate.

Thunderstorms, with wild elation,
Quicken juices, speed up growth.
On this first day of creation
Sunlight floods the pregnant earth.

Forests issue fragrance heady,
Grasses' smell is spicy sweet,
Lakes that sparkle in the meadow
With spring waters are replete.

Overnight the tree buds sprouted
As glad news the village reached;
War is over, foes surmounted,
Greet the day of summer !

Full of song and jubilation,
The world is summer pregnant !
Sowers went into the fields.
On this first day of creation
Earth's womb opened up to seeds.

The ways to heaven or !...