The Mirthful Spring
When the shadows of the long trees draped me in themselves When the silent cool breeze blew through my hair When the joyful flowers merrily touched the Earth I could surely feel the graceful spring over and above The sun shone brightly and the clouds floated high The melody of the birds was filled in the blue ocean of the sky I hope that this beauty never dies I hope it comes back As I would patiently wait to twirl in the spring again MY VIEW- I have written this poem in keeping the admiration and beauty of spring in my mind. The most beautiful part of spring for me is the blooming flowers which ultimately bring a smile to my face. After the winters, everything around seems lively. Let's not forget the charm of spring and as the year marches ahead not forget its glamour.
