Welcoming Spring

Following the harsh and chilly winter
In time, cold blanket on hills withdrew
The foliage's colour'd by Lord the Painter
Days after the wind strongly blew


Only the tops of hills remain white
As a holy relic of the past
There they stay like a triumphant knight
Yet, that's not sure how long it shall last


From time to time, so fierce is the wind
That it caresses e'erything around
The green cover's ready, yet the ants ain't
To come out and enjoy nature's sound


All of a sudden comes a downpour
Accompanied with the giant rainbow
Following the gloomy sky's fierce roar
That's not as cruel as it sounds though


Tiny buds of blooms hath come out
In the midst with small pretty freckles
There smells the fragnant odour about
This makes 'em unique despite prickles


Witnessing the birth of heaps of leaves
Gives the greatest joy a man can see
'Tis good to see nature really lives
Observing the vast green that's once wee


So tall and high are the poplar trees
That're adorned in things like centipede
In jealousy, they are bent by the breeze
Yet cared and dampen'd with every bead


The bushes all around are braver
As they've hasted to let their leaves grow
In changing weather, they endevour
To get dressed in green gown and to blow


The little clouds chase one another
In joyi they play an unending game
Continuously they go e'en farther
That's nature, nothing remains the same


Edward Alan Cemré