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,
runs, 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.
