This milky moon of late winter,
I’ve woven into your tresses,
What a bewitching hour of longing it reveals,
Can you see how astonished nature gazes at you,
Rushing forth in an ecstasy of beauty?

On this special day of spring,
The earth is bathed in the wonder of you,
Finding in your presence a new surge of life.
You are the spring’s most enchanting tale
Draped in the crimson of Flame Trees,
touched by the silk of cotton blooms,
Your laughter brings blossoms to every branch.
In your eyes, dreams reflect their radiant light.

This day seems eternal, yours alone,
Your presence perfects even
the rhythm of the seasons.