Spring Its spring its spring Oh I just can’t wait To find fruits on the vases And flowers on my plate I want to hear the warm sun And feel the robin singing Watch the scent of the flowers And smell the butterflies flying Its spring its spring I’m so full of glee For the people will bloom And the flowers will be happy The gray fields shall be covered With the magic of the meadow And the brown sky shall be painted With the blossoms of the rainbow Its spring its spring How can I be blue? For it is the time of spring And only the spring brings you Which sweetness in these word, it is magic. The spring offers us this wonderful freedom. We are on ground and nevertheless the head raised towards the sky ., ., I hope that you liked this very beautiful spring stroll with all my affection Majdoline Elkhatib