The springtime's youthful blooms,
A hint of freshness they do bring.
A game of hide-and-seek by the Ever-New
Sings through songs aplenty.
Blossoms the smiling garden craves;
A fragrance goes floating in the air.
Upon sky the hawk-cuckoos serenade
With a vibration of novelty.
From Earth's body, a new nectar emanates;
With eyes newness-bright does She gaze.
The Ever-New at core of heart, She faints,
Tugged by a love of the Lofty.
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How can we not feel Him calling!
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