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Spring Festivity

As spring unfurls its mystical charm and masterly sprinkles star-dust to rouse nature from the cradle of slumber. Joy overspreads through the excited cool breeze that carries the invitation to each and every one. It's the much awaited lovable time of jubilation, celebrated by the spirit of nature in a spectacular way. Cherry dawn breaks in with a new merry morn, effervescence fizzes out of sun's rosy rays. The azure sky shines brightly as a beautiful awning with motifs of white clouds designed on it. The ground covered with emerald dyed velvet carpet, embellished with sparkling beads of dew so fresh which exudes a soothing sensation. The cascades of crystal spring water gush and flow with an enchanting harmonious rhythm and form meandering creeks, brooks and streams that animate the soil with pizzazz. Such luster could be seen everywhere as new leaves so green, grow with a sheen and adorn the trees with stunning robes of foliage. Lovely flowers bloom, wearing colorful gowns and dance on their slender stalks with flamboyance. Their refreshing fragrance pervades the breeze and triggers a crave in the jaunty bees and butterflies to taste the nectar of their blossoming youth. They flirtatiously buzz and gyrate with frenzy, choosing from roses, lilies, daisies and many more. Nightingales, larks and cuckoos sing their voices out with most melodious tunes of great finesse. Squirrels, hares, all in pairs like a doe and buck deer romantically engage in games of hide and seek. The bliss of spring festivity inspired the poet in me to dip my white quill in colors of rainbow ink and inscribe its glory all over myself as a prismatic memoir to comfort me in days of unbalanced heat and cold.
04/21/2018

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