to the tunes of dews
the wind carries lusty scent
and sunrays are gentle
the clouds are thick and rich
and ocean play symphony
radiant spring blooms
the spring time is a gift from God
Yellow faces of daffodils
sings and dances
and occasional rain
resounds pit, pat, pit, pat
mixing memory and desire
of mellower season
No gem or gold can give this pleasure
No melody is better than the harvest song
When ice is in making
the world looks good enough to bite
and the melting world in mouth
give true taste of winter season.

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