Spring: A poem by Sunita Singh

Earth wear yellow mustard flowery attire,
Sweet mood with pleasant thoughts admire.
Falling leaves give way to blooming buds,
Plants evolve diamond with golden studs. 

 If autumn brings reason to lament,
Spring comes to say, "hey! stop, I from heaven sent."
To rejuvenate your faith in life once again,
To teach how to handle both, loss and gain.

 Tulip, Orchid, Lily, Rose, and Daffodils,
Capture heart and fragrance fills,
The breeze coming from snowy hills,
Chills the season, bring some thrills.

 All the winter, seeds, roots and fruit stones,
Locked by Frost in silent mone,
To shoot again when spring comes,
Then vibrant look of land welcomes. 

 Bright Emerald green gown with floral prints,
Trees wear in dancing Breeze give optimistic hints,
Birds chirp at the scent of mango trees,
Sun rays gradually warm the breeze.

 Dense fog wither and clear blue sky glow,
In woods, Cherry hung on trees with snow.
The lesson we learn from the spring season,
To bloom again and rise after fall- recession.

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