Spring Sonata

On the weary wings of winter the northern winds depart disheartened, their harsh whisper in the frozen air the frost-fastened barren boughs hear, “wait, you’ll listen the sweet music soon, don’t despair, the serenading southern breeze will embrace you with the melody of spring”. The misty mask of ambience melts away, turns the sky into a cobalt cauldron, the ambrosia of spring descends, drizzles sequined aura in the diaphanous air, gossamer clouds gorgeously embroidered with the wispy ribbons of regal robe appear. Lured by their shifting shapes of soft shadow the buds begin to unfurl the hued fresco. Defoliated trees spring to vibrant life after their verdant resurrection, the sunburst sky sprays surreal spectrum on the dew-crowned emerald meadow. On the cadenced flow of joyous zephyr floral fragrance finds the aromatic course, trailing the beguiled butterflies flittering in the rhythmic waves of spring symphony. The wondrous southern winds waft enthralled your scintillating scent to me, alluring me with the moonlit magical trance to the amorous ambience of your grace. Its silver sequins pulsate with the refrain of the mesmeric moonbeam concerto, resonating with the echo of ecstasy of your eternal spring sonata.