What Is Spring To Me
April is a month, I call for
The month of harvest
The month of blooming
The month of re-generation,
The season which gives me the pleasure of,
Admiring the beauty of nature.
Fresh flowers bloom in all colours and smell.
The sweet melody of birds, chirping around my garden, singing,
Songs of pleasure.
It is the perfect month for the buzzing bees and humming birds,
That calls for spring.
There is whisper of love in air,
Which calls for an eternal union.
I feel this thrill of pleasure inside me,
As I want to feel it with every atom in my body.
Spring a month, of relief from harsh winters,
A hope of warmth this season.
There is joy and delight,
As if in the Garden of Eden.
There is something different about this season,
As if everything is right and nothing wrong.
Its feels like God’s heaven on Earth,
As if he is blessing the land with his name.
The ray of sunlight,
Remind me of a new day, a new start.
Forgetting all the roughness of winter,
And embracing colourful spring, this season.
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