Springtime is here,
When the frogs wake from their hibernation,
Poking their heads from the frozen soil in anticipation.
Under the beaming sun,
Splendid flowers have begun to blossom,
Filling the air with their sweet scent.
The fluttering wings of the butterflies\' usher in the new spring.
We giddy from all these,
Are unaware that this warmth,
Does not reach equally to all.