Love is the most precious gift
and some say it is for free
I could pay a fortune for the utmost
The moments you spent with me
The wind never stopped playing
among the shivering leaves within you
It only stood still and hesitated
and then began to play anew
I will always be with you
as the warm breeze fondles your hair
As the wind drying your cheek
if you ever cry in despair
You were the gardener of Spring
Masterly and with a brilliant way
You turned Winter into greenery
and made the garden bloom in May
You made her bloom eternally
So colourful and fragrant
You were the guidance to the wanderer
You were the residence to the vagrant
Days will pass and vanish
New mornings will be born
The past will never be forgotten
The days you beautifully adorned
Let the wind lead you
Follow it wherever it may go
Why does it hesitate in Springtime
Tell me, why is it so.
