Meadows are calling with cheers
Valleys are laden with flowers
Chillness of winter bring showers
New leaves sprout with bowers
Radiance of sunshine blushes
Crimson red of son flushes
Butterflies flutters
Petal of red rose opens its shutters
Green thorn pierces the face of roses
My thoughts alive arises
Gloom retires from the life
Happiness enters ending the strife