Rays of sunlight

this is my first poem/ mix of thoughts:

Affected by spring`s beauty,
encircled by little flashes of elegantly coloured flowers,
immersing into the endless sea of sunlight,
catching every single ray,
sipping the glow of comming spring,
having a scent of beautiful trait,
smelling pure, entire, phenomenal nature,
perceiving by the soft winds touch,
titilating my nose,
afreshing my soul,
allowing me to drown even deeper into the ever green paint of meadow,
watching cherry trees flourish,
bringing forth luscious fruit.

Tell me, oh teacher of all art,
how could a human mind,
a passing stranger,
not listen to the singing bird,
not seeing the peerless eagle,
soaring in the paddling clouds,
not feeling the fresh winds rush,
that you send like a pinch/prize of the burning sun?

How small I am compared to all this?
But still you attach value to me!
I feel flattered by your presence,
I feel at ease when you call my name.

Do not forget, oh my soul,
what you have seen and heard from your Lord,
so that when this beauty is all gone,
and autum arrives,
you can still say,
that you feel at ease,
for where your Lord is,
there is no darkness.