By The warm spring shine scatters over the grass,
Beckoning daffodils to wake and smile,
Gathering about busy bees en masse
If you Would but stop for a little while?
Beckoning daffodils to wake and smile,
Gathering about busy bees en masse
If you Would but stop for a little while?
The birds love calls makes them gleefully dance,
On curved trails in the woods spreading for miles.
Titillating breezes sprinkle fragrance;
if you could stop for a little while.
On curved trails in the woods spreading for miles.
Titillating breezes sprinkle fragrance;
if you could stop for a little while.
Summer’s knocking though Winter’s left behind,
They trail each other on the season’s aisle,
Spring will be gone soon too; you they remind,
As they nod their little heads in their style,
The breeze erases all doubts in mind,
If you should stop by for a little while !
They trail each other on the season’s aisle,
Spring will be gone soon too; you they remind,
As they nod their little heads in their style,
The breeze erases all doubts in mind,
If you should stop by for a little while !
Ranjit K. Sahu
Photo by David Jakab from Pexels
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