English
Bunches of new leaves and buds appear in spring as shy harbingers of the new. Song after song the play of hide and seek of the ever new is praised. The flowers in the garden want to smile and fragrance floats in the air. In the sky the nightingale sings to the vibration of the new. Fresh nectar flows on the body of the earth whose eyes are filled with a new shine. On the innermost core of my heart the attractive pull of the Great reflects itself.
