A lily of the valley, by Lyudmila Purgina A forest goes black when touched by warmth, /
Moistered by the wet of spring. /
As pearles on threads are shivering a lot — /
The drops of water...
Lily of the Valley, by Archie Johnstone Stirred by the first faint ice-free pulse, /
The forest, grumbling, clings to winter's sleep /
But spring's own pearls, strung onto threads of gre...