Bird cherry scented
Since spring blossomed
And the golden branches,
that curls, zavila.
Around honey-dew
Slips of bark,
Under her spicy greens
Shines in silver.
And next, in protalinki,
In grass, between the roots,
Is running, small streams
Silver creek.
Bird cherry scented,
hang, costs,
A golden green
The sun burns.
Creek wave rattlesnake
All branches splash
And enticing a steeper
She sings songs.
