An ode to spring
As blizzard storm down to sleep,
Magic fills the air, warm and bliss.
A spell so heavy the sky from grim,
turns into clair ; spring is coming.
Mother earth and her forgiving breath,
Father sky and his grieving tears,
Showered down on green meadows,
Sunflowers tall, leaving black shadows.
Sweet greens with unblinking dews,
Grazed peacefully by skipping ewes,
Warm breeze travels on some pacific wind,
Such beauty it is, and non see it ending.
Then dark clouds storms in uninviting,
Just a mere second where no one is looking,
Threatening, menacing, merciless unsmiling,
As sheer force of breeze turns harrowing.
And left the spring, each of us mourning,
One beauty left another triple hells waiting,
From a dreamy hills now barren land exist,
Leaving nothing but colourful memories.
Thank you spring,
Now this bird can sings,
Your beauty will not forget.
Your elegance will be blessed.