I hear from a not so far distance someone whispers so erotic in the ears of the buds to open their eyes with a smile towards all around- perhaps the chirps, the sweet notes of birds in the groves, the colour on the cheek of clouds flying west- are all, that makes it all, so obvious that the moment- the moment of first date between the Earth and the spring has just arrived. And perhaps spring is going to plant his first kiss on her petal cheeks.