My rain dance lasted for night long
But now its dawn I see,
And it is the time to sing the song
from so long I wanted to sing.
I sing about the merry birds
I sing of nature's bliss,
I sing the song of picturesque woods
That stand lifeless and still.
Silhouette of dawn in woods looks like
spotlighting first flower of spring,
And wood-winds making it gently rock
On the rhythm of gushing streams.
The snow on the branches is melting now
Exposing the lichens beneath,
And ugly moths breaking their cocoons
transform to butterflies, as we dream.
The joyous ants are again on their march
Celebrating the arrival of spring,
And squirrels coming out of their holes say
"Rejoice!" for it is the 'spring'.
This is one of the old poems I wrote last year.