Today, the early sunrise brought the fall
Of spring again by smearing’ aura of lust
With fallen leaves, aground, below the tall
Brown Trees, which hung the tiny little buds.
And buds, to bloom from bushy, leafy trees
To lovely, coloured flowers, some to fruits-
Would open outspread attracting moths and bees,
And tasty fruits would hang from being nude.
Here, “cuckoo” “cuckoo”, now the cuckoo sang.
And now, the birds welcomed the posy spell:
Where ripened fruits would spread the spicy tang;
Where blossomed buds would scare from heavy gale.
Here came the king of seasons back again,
Enlightening scents of nature once again.
