She was born in a cold september,
the season where the bloom is reborn,
its trees seem to laugh,
at the same time with the newborn baby.

The air captivates with its tenderness,
along with the breeze of the forest,
watching cautiously,
the steps of his own girl.

The current spring breeze,
it swarm seems to approach,
to the heart of the newborn,
giving a beautiful flower in the grove.

Her smiling...