When spring comes in: A poem by Dr. Rinzin Rinzin
When spring comes in the Himalayan valleys Nature at the promises of life urgently rallies As if to celebrate the cruel winter’s departure For having icily ruled earth with its torture As the sun warms the dead cold earth Snows melt, much to the mountains’ mirth Feeding the rivers in the valleys below That have shrunk to their own beds low Naked deciduous trees get studded with buds As their long dormancy with life floods Birds sing dozens of courtship songs melodious At the hope of food and shelter copious Yaks greedily graze on soft green grasses again For their lost body weights they must quickly regain From a distance a flock of Blue Sheep watches Enviously as the valley’s pasture turns into patches Children spend long hours in the sun With their playmates having fun Elders begin to break their backs in the fields Singing hopeful songs of their crops’ good yields