Gone Spring-Summer Time Dedicate To My Mom Dora
First blush of Spring-Summer time,
A world awakening to warmth sublime,
Meadows burst with life anew,
Chasing away the winter's blue.
Morning sunshine, on dewy blades,
Nature's canvas, in shades of jade,
Clouds part to let the light shine,
And dispel darkness with a rhyme.
Blossoms stare up at the sun,
Celebrating life that has just begun,
Clear pools of water glimmer bright,
Reflecting nature's pure delight.
Birds chirp and sing with all their might,
Summoned by the sun's warm light,
Trees sway to the beat of the breeze,
Saluting Mother Nature's appease.
A sea of Pansies in full bloom,
Their colors raise spirits from gloom,
Window-boxes adorn every street,
Ushering in a beauty hard to beat.
As morning fades, silence descends,
Butterflies flutter as their journey ends,
Their delicate wings a sight to behold,
As they weave stories yet untold.
Tumbling on the verdant grass,
The fragrance of life is all that she has,
Fresh and clean, like a new day's stream,
Nature's beauty, a sight to dream.
The forest beckons with roses and jasmine,
Surrounding her with a sweet embrace akin,
The sun's glimmers amidst the trees,
Whispering secrets carried on a gentle breeze.
As she meanders through time and space,
Her heart filled with memories of a certain place,
Childhood joys, tastes, sounds, and smells,
Echoes of a bygone time, like a magic spell.
First blush of Spring-Summer time,
A world awakening to warmth sublime,
Nature's embrace, a sight to see,
Forever etched in memory, oh so heavenly.
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