The Spring Time



The Spring Time
When the autumn turns to spring                 
In the nature, bell of happiness rings
Every flower gets a visit from honey bee
And new green leaves emerge on every tree

The brown land turns to green
The air again becomes fresh and clean
Spring brings us the festival season
And we celebrate for this new reason

On the barren land, grass begins to grow
And down the valley fresh waters starts to flow
A new freshness surrounds us
And we enjoy it without making any fuss

It’s the merriest time of the year
Sweet sounds of nightingales fill our ear
These days are to rejoice and have fun
Among the grasslands we sing and run

                                                ~Surya
                        Blissfully yours

It is one of my most earliest poem , i had written it 3 to 4 years ago, but i remember i had written it while doing a train journey 

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