Ode To Spring

In silence , a new leaf burst from a still node. A tender touch of new life, revives a leaveless bough . To mist full land from the dark dawn sky , New warm sun rays come and hit the road. The earth wakes up from the lazy sleep , once again, The old and sober mistfull cold weather die, New freshness and fickleness , flow in nature's vein, The Mother Earth have new flawless spring to show. With bloom's scent or with buzz of buzy bumblebees , With vivid verdant vicinity or with chirps of nestling, Outside the door , with frolicsome flower's floor, Or with the core of unripe green mango sour ! Or with fresh wandering wanton winds , the spring Try to embellish the entire earth with an enthralling glee. Golden Sun sets , behind the strech of green trees Void of forlorn silence form around , there's a lack of spree. Tearing through the silence of sad hearts , a voice rise! To clean the tears of crying sad hearts , a voice cries ! To bid adieu to the ceasing splendid spring , In nightfall , for last time , the nightingale sings.