Spring Forward

A special rhythm rings in the season what's called spring, It's like a gem in four seasons moulded ring, It's the gate of summer, It's the tail end of winter, It's the festival of flowers, Blossoms,with flowers the hearts of lovers Trees and leaves wishing each other in their beautiful jargons, The bumps of spring like humps in lovely songs, Springs always jump like heroes forward, Spring never in backward like a coward, In spring all botanics wearing mouthful of smile, Springs visit wrapping happiness as gifts of piles and piles!