I See the Spring Coming
Like a rheumatic man giving a toddler walk
when a good massage his hopes kindles,
so, the day thrills seeing the bright sun
when the south wind blows away the mists to a far horizon
the day dances listening to the herald of the Spring
and into the ears of jasmine and lilacs, the jubilant bees sing
so, the motley butterflies to the drowsy lavenders speak
-'arise, awake’ -thy time hath come, soon new shoots ye bring'
the moody sunflower lifts his head and gives a bleary look
and the droopy honeysuckle smiles near the brooding brook
as, for the hysteric bees and birds, sweet smells aplenty she brews
while the bougainvillea vies to deck herself with myriad hues
as the lone gray leaf atop sings the dirge of the dying Winter
'here's Earth's Plenty', -Ah! I hear, as on return, Siberian birds gleefully utter.
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