When the clouds melt under the sun’s command,
A beam of light wakes the soldiers on land;
It winds the wings,
Turns the leaves,
Sprouts a nettle
Who conquer with ease.
Wakes the children.
Lulls the cats,
Forgetting about the cold winter past.
Energy sparks,
People go out,
Now that’s what spring is all about!
Arti Krawiec 2026