The Spring

Places are adorned with colourful carpets, Variegation in nature differently proliferates, Embellished ground makes the skies smile, Acquiring it's colour, the waters are agile, White and pink petals grow out of buds, And creatures come out of their sheds, Tadpoles seem to be very glad, As in the greenery they are clad, The tree wears the green gown, And beautifies the little town, Yellowish essence is spread in the fields, And the spherical fruits are the season's yields, Round and round the Roses twirl, As pretty as a dressed up girl, So mysteriously does the lotus grow, To whom all the "insect kings and great men" bow, In the end,plants and creatures widen their lovely eyes, As the season would move it's dice, But still the lighted moon spreads it's arms, And the season SPRINGS out leaving behind all its charms!