When the door's open, like a lady in waiting I tip my hat as she beamingly frets.
As I glimpse into the way she brings, the breath of Spring fills my very being.
I go to explore what she has in store, brazenly shone blooms, 'tis I to pluck 'um?
Away I stepped, said, "None of that, it's me-neighbor's, tho' does owe favors."
So I waltz away with my boutonnière, glide gleaming, and kept on dreaming,
Of time to be, in eternity, with a son I adore, went to war and saw no more.
I realized that darkness befell my eyes, a Sun over here had now disappeared,
People are saying it's a solar eclipse and that the Sun no longer can glimpse ...
Like my son, Sun too is gone, but Sun will be back, thank God for that.
Sun owes me a day of days, do hope that Sun doesn't keep her father waiting.
Tulips and asters
beamingly blooming
against a blue sky
Through threaded clouds a misty light protruded beamingly
As if to answer roll-call a misty light so seemingly
A cataclysmic display of exuberance dispensing a joyous light
Am I correct or wrong even in this vivid spectacular at night
The moon plays her chords with a happy smile to display
Her superiority in height never needing to say
The End.
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