I see colorful flowers bloom
As I walk past the Spring Garden opposite my room
Flowers big & small in various hues and shades
& tall grasses with sharp blades
Out in the garden & up in the sky
I gaze at the birds flying high
The sweet songs of birds from their nest
Seems they are ready to welcome a new guest
When I lie on the grass & glare at the sky
I see my granny amidst the clouds & begin to cry
I hear a voice & to my surprise, it’s ‘Mother Earth’
She says, “Don’t cry dear, it’s time to mirth.
Our dear guest Spring is on his way,
For all of us to play, swag & be gay.”
Ready to go back home after this talk
I was suddenly awoken by a discordant squawk.
Author: VR Kapse