spring!

 There's nothing perhaps half so beautiful 

as spring when it sprungs up from it's slumber.

When all is green

and the time is serene.

When the winter breeze

meets the summer ray.

When pink and yellow and blue and violet

white and orange and red and maroon,

come together all at once

and overwhelm one's eyes.

When the bugs and the insects

freely inhabit the ground and the skies

but it's so mesmerizing that no one can despise.

When young birds call out, so many in number,

for their mother to fulfill their hunger

and yet their shriek is a song to the ear

and its all because spring is here.

Nothing so beautiful could perhaps be sought for

so within reach and yet so afar.

yours secretly,

anonymous