Do you like spring ?When the nature is awake. When birds fly from south to North. When all the flowers start to blossom. When I begin to like you. Nothing is so beautiful as spring. When weeds in wheels shoot long and lovely and lush. Thrush's eggs look little low heavens and thrush through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring the ear. It strikes like lightings to hear him sing. So the word of the day is "spring