In spring there rests a gentle breeze,
accompanied by the swaying branches of the light oak tree.
The evenly split moon lays silently among the gleaming stars,
complementing the deep blue sheet woven in the sky.
It rests beautifully till its bright counterpart illuminates the day.
The deep, crisp layer of frost trickles away,
crackling like a fire at the hearth.
The now awoken spring characters scatter
and leap around the pre-greening grass.
The morning dew drops
dance around the otherwise bare vegetation.
The rain crawls from the sky,
refreshing the thirsty passengers down below.