You shall sing,
For the ephemeral ones,
For those who’ve been singing voicelessly for long,
With their silence you shall echo your song;
With their silent chorus,
Of innumerable chirping and tweeting,
That enchant the soft spring air,
—You may as well sing like the spring;
For she roots deep in winter’s longing,
Warm sweet blood crackles and cracks the frail sterile earth,
Yet veins, tenderly hold it unbroken, undamaged,
Intact,
Likewise shall your song journey through nature’s taciturnity.
(English is not my first language, forgive me if it looks bad)