Ode to Early Spring
Spring in name only, the wind is so cold
The warblers in the valley think of singing
They don't make a sound, it's not time to sing a spring song now
The snow has started to thaw, the marsh reed begins to sprout
We expect spring is coming
But today, like yesterday, still has a snowy sky
If I didn't hear that spring was here, I wouldn't think about it but once I hear about spring, my heart starts to beat
How can I hold back this excitement?
