The head is dizzy with the smell of grass,

Which fights and makes its way through

frost and winter,

I am surprised how it resists to past,

The shaft of grass looks like a real sprinter.

And novelty is given birth by ground,

Its breath is warm and fertile, shy and pure,

Spring daring winds rule over, reign around,

Give scope and space, and forecast, forward, cure.

Disturbances inspire me with hope,

The singing birds excite me with impatience,

Which I put down though love to sky donations

Holds tight and captures as a fascinating dope.