Tears of Joy
I came out with a face of glee,
Eager to know what bliss nature shall bestow on me.
Today it was her tears of joy,
For all her little girls and little boys.
She let it all gashing to start this campaign,
I thought, “So many a tear, what has caused this pain?”
Teardrops crashing on the ground,
All may be heard like a countdown.
This countdown of tears,
Is what goes on and on and the thought of end is mere.
Her tears feel like dandelions, her tender-heartedness is expressed
But I’m sorry to say, the cup of coffee was the best!
But that’s not it!
Mother Nature isn’t selfish after this extravaganza what a beauty she provides us with.
You guessed it right, it’s the early spring,
But this time it’s not the flowers,
It’s her tears of joy which are blooming.