Spring comes in the form of little

A beautiful translation of musings, of not purely watching but seeing. To take beauty out of all we see, a lovely attribute.
So simple but so well related...who now could not see the little girl and newborn foal.

Lip service to the Gods, amazing choice of verse, the tyrany of nature life in decay, Lovely.

This reminds me of Edward Scissorhands. Every little thing, so strange...awkward, like you say, but beautiful in a way that you could only understand if you saw it. Like the character of Edward Scissorhands.

I think your word choice could have benn a little better but overall well done.