NOT ONLY DOES SPRING MELT THE FROST OF SEASONS PAST,
BUT IT IGNITES A FLORAL FLAME.
KINDLED BY RAIN, IT BIDS THE BREATH OF BLOOMS TO RIDE THE
WARM SUNNY BREEZE
POOR BLOSSOMS
THEY AWAKE INTO THEIR GRANDEUR…
ONLY TO BLANCHE…
TO YOUR COMPARISON.
1988