The season of late winter is so bright
Sun so hot the sparrows build their nests
The silver birches trunks are gaudy white
A pair of swans are handsome in their flight
As if to send a message ,to insist
The season of late winter is now bright
To our dark-used eye a brilliant sight
As sparrows wonder whether to resist
The silver birches trunks are gaudy white
Beetles wander, warm with appetite
Have no warning system, future test
The season of late winter silver bright
How humble are we humans towards this might
Nature is not altered by the Fist
The Silver Birches trunks uncanny, white
As in golden dreams would Flowers kiss
No frogs croak, no snakes should bite or hiss
The season of late winter is so bright
The silver birches trunks boast gaudy white
How my heart sings 