The Spring Glee

And then you watch out for the spluttering of sun-rays among clouds...
A weapon that cuts through even the bitterest of winters
As the bountiful rain delightfully floods a wretched, suffered land...
As a bright horizon inspires one to run through the cold and gleam together with the basking sun
Welcoming the spring and greens, tulips and daisies, joy and morning luster
It's not about that rare gem in a thousand brilliant ones, but about raw gold dust on bare ground
Cause no one, not even nature appreciates, that fire lights up without wearing of stones...
Or diamonds sparkle raw as taken from earth...