Spring

A song:

The flowers in my garden, that perfum in the morning, the trees with their fruits, they give us shade their branches. The cold is over, the snow and the comforter, spring is here, he has come with the sun, spring, spring. A bunny in my garden, he already dances with rabbits. Let´s go now, to play in the grass, a hide out there, behind a red rose, that has blossomed in April. The meadows turn green, they wait for the sunflwer, that will arrive in the summer, hand in hand with the heat. I wake up every morning with choirs of birds, singing on the edge of my windows, the song of little peak.

Crafts