Spring

poem by H. Seidel translated and recreated by Ruth Salles

Blackboard drawing by teacher Verônica Calandra Martins

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What a breeze, what a shine shines on the plain,
that the plants repaint, in the colors do you care?
And, while I am astonished, the stream murmurs:
"If green revives, it's already spring!"

How beautiful the meadows, what buds in celebration
they already play, they already play, in the life that reigns!
And, while I am astonished, the forest replies:
“The flora is renewed! It's already spring!”

What laughter in the roses, what soft breaths,
how fine the flowers in the clear atmosphere!
And while I marvel, the birds proclaim:
“We've seen it! We've seen it! It's already spring!”

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