The trees in their loveliest green mumbles in my ear Spring is here to lure, sprinkling life across the horizon in breathtaking hues.
I see the buds sprouting in the maiden's bosom and the zephyrs fondling the blooms as the sunlight soak the souls. and onto the forest floor I see a myriad glints like gold filling the nature with essence where could bloom a thousand love.
I see the wishbones healing under the green shades where I keenly let out my wish in the yearn of etching the spring aura to my ceramic heart.
I see the pansies growing in to unfurl its beauty, to my heart that has been a house of stone.
I see my locks making love to the incense kissed wind and play with the daffodils as I walk down the summer rill running aligned but never meeting the golden water meadows. I see their forever love knowing the rill shall one day gush down the sea.
I see the zinnias and vincas dandling upon the lines of natura and willows bending right at our feets as if telling us that life runs on our fingertips.
I adore in length the beauty of the minute waves as they hits the summer shores the sounds of which echoes to the heart of the sylvan shades where to dawn a chiliad tales of springs sprayed the barren hearts with hopes and promises.
I see ivies crawling in, uninvited has its own charms bringing heavens to earth.
I see the days grow long at the sight of the spring vision benumbing the psychic faculties as it attains 'Nirvana' in all its glory leaving trails of a new life walking past the livings.
I see the birds nesting up on newly green adorned trees warbling happy notes lulling the blossoms to slumber.
I go rambling around the panoramic spread out to glimpse the snows unclading the hill tops and with the first blooms of the snowdrops I watch the sun retire for the day into a pink and purple sky.
The Spring in a verdant dress with her floral frills caressing the bed of trefoils, with last of the golden rays turn into stardust magically altering the things of ordinary existence.
Else where the primroses the first of the spring flowers wrapped in twilight unfolding the silvers into the ambience, an incandescent glow it casts upon the valleys and plains.
The beauty of which to be taken back till the next Spring grace the land with a heart filled in redolence and occults from the woods and a soul imprinted in colours as vibrant as the butterflies I return, cheery and contented.