The winds of winter, gone, 
green shoots fan their buds,
the geisha girls of spring are here, 
they flaunt their powers,
seduction of the many who admire, 
they capture our attention
with their delicate attire,
entice our participation in their dance, 
each moment of the day they decorate,
enhance, what would the rivers do
without these ushers by their sides, 
the fish need shade, protection from the sun; 
so varied in design, of different shape and size, 
every one a picture worth, they make the scene 
and cause all painters, poets, to sit and dream.