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.