The winter finally giving way,
With the dawning of a spring day,
The birds in their nests lay,
merrily chirping away.

Comes to the trees a lush hue
with the leaves springing anew;
Adorned with drops of dew,
beauty to the nature they imbue.

Rustling with the rain's patter,
silence of the hearts they shatter.
On grief, joy they spatter,
Pains from troubled souls they scatter.

For those tired under the scorching heat,
give they,a shade so sweet,
and with a sojourn they greet
those with weary feet.

The Sands of Time call,
replacing Summer with Fall.
The greenery beginning to pall,
Take over new colours pleasant to all.

Like the night before morn,
Like the despair before hope for a man forlorn,
With all their lustre gone,
They lie on the ground,to be trodden upon.

Sometimes late but never never,
They reclaim their life,going on for ever.