spring sings with tulips
while the night is asleep
as the warm summer breeze will
soon slowly fan the hot, cascading sun
until it rest in the west of the valleys
and waits for tomorrow to rise and shine
as the colorful cardinal perched in a branch
is tweeting sweetly one more time
with its melodic harmonious sound
that no one can fully understand
for the language is always vague
and the meaning is lost and drowned...
