Distant snows falling from heaven flirt with the earth,
Hit on pine trees with kisses that full of subtle fragrance.
Her attitude towards temptation is plain and ascetic;
She standing along like silver needles just to be herself is sufficient.
The steps of day and night are moving slow and stable
As if they are dancing in the middle of a Tai Chi pool.
The birch wears its golden crown showing off her splendors
The sweet allure bribes the spring like flowers towards a doll.