Spring!

I hear them singing loud and live
With rhyme and rhythm and blowing chime


The chirp and chip with flying feet
Just tell me clear - it’s blossom’s treat!


Sprinkling ‘round all shades of white
The hills and dales go bright n light


From high on Blue the magic spreads
With tingling, mingling yellows and reds


The sweet and shimmering drops divine
And flowing, growing specks of time


I gather’em all in this blissful being
For I love thee, O, Sweetheart Spring!


- Gayatri