Spring In Air
A secret admirer sent fresh flowers
Through his good-looking gardener
The girl didn’t really know
That he couldn’t talk so
She kissed him with a “yes” answer.
The gardener pointed at the man
Waiting at the picnic grove’s stand
Making signs of his waiting
She said, "We’re coming!"
Sprang with joy as she held his hand.
While spring in air was gifting joy to the three
On a green grass under the Cassia Fistula Tree
The gardener played his flute
After the revelation of the truth
Then ran away when they saw the bee-colony.
Feb. 16,2022 6:43pm
Copyright © Len Gasun | Year Posted 2022
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