Let the Flowers Grow Again Mystic
Let the Flowers Grow Again (Mystic)
O, sweet spring, sublime season of rebirth
Let the flowers grow again from the earth,
Let the seeds, in slumber during winter,
Raise their head and from grounds break asunder,
Let your gentle rain now its promise keep
Let it soak the seeds and raise them from sleep.
O, smiling spring, let your sun`s warmth descend,
Its shining rays, a sensitive hand lend
For the patient growth of budding flowers
With considerate care, hour after hour,
As growth is a slow, silent, steady climb,
Not made in haste, but built by benign time.
O, springtide, let gentle petals unfurl,
Showcase a vibrant fragrance to the world,
Let each pulsating colour swiftly swirl
As the bright hues of vivid sparkling pearls,
For beauty blooms when offered enough space
With its own silent cadence, pace and grace.
Let the flowers, though in autumn, they fade
Teach man, of life`s flight, not to be afraid
Nor by the cold of winter to be swayed
For in their assured demise, seeds are laid
To deliver bright blossoms yet unseen
A beauteous cycle, sure and serene.
So, let flowers of the soul grow again,
Let not dear life be a journey in vain
But blossom to turn to a shining whole,
Let one learn to attain one`s cherished goal
In midst of a garden of inner peace
Where lies the limpid lake of lasting bliss.
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Krishnanand Guptar
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