Has passed the storm with a cheerful-sounding shower
Sharper smell of forest air,
Singing little Wren,
Sitting somewhere in the branches of a pine.
And the song, like ringing a bell
All sung louder, then faster,
It's like the bird wants to reassure
Or in a hurry to please hurry. (Ksenia Avilova)
If you do not have an account on our website, you must register.