Never before at the beauty of spring

Never before, at the beauty of spring
Have I noticed the scent, of so many things
Of maple and cherry, and roses of red
And the lingering stench, of the wandering dead

No further than nature, I wander to breathe
The fluttering scent, of flowers and weeds
The quickening scent, of upgrading pines
Refreshingly green, from the changing in times

'Camouflaged by grief and dissembled in sorrow the advent of spring, in the rise of tomorrow
Shall weather its beauty and relish its pain wandering forth in golden rain'

I heed to the singing, of birds in the sky
Roused by the sprouting, of life that revives
I cherish this season, not lasting for long
Where the sounding of conflict, is blended song

I heed to the crackle, of opening sprouts
At the beauty of springtime, where flowers arise
I rest among grass, that is emerald green
Tranquil with a healthy, abundance of spleen

'Camouflaged by grief and dissembled in sorrow the advent of spring, in the rise of tomorrow
Shall weather its beauty and relish its pain wandering forth in golden rain'

Erect and majestic, of blistering crowns
The oak trees are growing, at the rising of time
On freshly cut grass, on an emerald lawn
I heed to the sounding, and the making of spawn

Never before, at the beauty of spring
Have I noticed the scent, of so many things
Of lilies and daisies, and red pimpernel
And the fluttering scent, of the fires from Hell

'Camouflaged by grief and dissembled in sorrow the advent of spring, in the rise of tomorrow
Shall weather its beauty and relish its pain wandering forth in golden rain'