March in the Mild Tropics

March in the Mild Tropics Seeing the sun shining for the first time Just a few days before the Ides of March In the midst of a mild tropical clime, When the golden glows of the sun on march In the sky mark the very early morn, Is a celestial grace to me conferred By the Divine that by some may be scorned But by many souls is most coveted. It`s the month when steady showers of rain Paint rainbows in the sub-tropical sky With the sparkling shine of the sun with strain Draped with darkish layers of clouds up high, A month when the unique orb of the day, In the centre of cities and on hills Tempers the tone of its bright blaze away As it does in villages and the fields. It`s the month when hills parched brown at year end By scorching shines of the sun are now green With carpets of young grasses that do bend Under wishful whispers of wind unseen In previous months, when rivers then dry, Now gush in swift torrents and for the rains Offer deep thanks to the celestial sky As with their flow they can nourish the swains. It`s the month of hope and new beginnings When trees and flowers glimmer with new buds When farmers toil the soil to sow seedlings That will earn them their bread and their lifeblood, When birds gaily twitter from branch to branch With songs that herald cooler days ahead And butterflies seek nectar with a dance In midst of flowers without any dread. It`s the month that links dying summer days To a coming mild tropical winter That holds one`s spirit in a sublime sway, Away from the scorching heat of summer, When to be born in subtropical clime Of an island is a blissful blessing And in a maritime temperate shine It`s an auspicious boon to be living.