Spring melody

Vulnerable march shout
the power of the sun ice
sculpting.
Spring cooked pallid
the soup along ditches.
They are the favorite places
arising from the frogs.
I get it in my head
a wonderful melody.
So playing the piano
contacts thousand
to digest a drop of water.
It gently splashing, 
become as sounding voice,
how to make a spring
natural organ.

Soon warms up
Cold stone surface,
which is the world dormant
not a moment yet
frost lap put to sleep.