SPRING

The cuckoo is crying high and low
The rain has swept the dust of sin
Away from the face of earth that glows
The drowsy sun that peeps from behind the cloud
Leaving the bright lights to flow

The trees are green with blossom
The miracle of spring is here
The colours are vivid all around
The flowers are dancing all with glee
The crimson hue is about to fall

All at peace with the weather so nice
The winter is at a distance from all
Happiness is all that flows in air
Moves slowly up to the human brain
The bees are humming
Over the hives their ritual song

Now here the dusk is nearing us
The flow turns from work to fun
The dresses the maidens wear, are of colours so bright
With blush of pink on their cheeks
The music is high in the air, makes every one swing with it
The young men of the country side looks so dashing with their hat so high
The twinkle in their eyes reflects, the dimples of their maidens cheek
The oldies talk of wine and dine

The ladies with their stitching in hand
Talks of gossips that prevails
The kids are all playing around
Out of breath with the games they play

Time so gala and so full
Are the guest of few days
Merrier are they the better it seems
Before the winter falls and lay….