The spring withered
In their nest of love now
The sweet perfume of their friendship
Permeated over their nest faded
With twigs of love and friendship entwined
The seven birds of myriad flock
Built a sturdy nest
Their sweet-toned chats sung
A euphony of springtime
They twittered their daily grind
Shared vivid delicacies seasoned with love
The manifold flavours of midday cuisines
Smeared with their rapport
Adorned their lunch tables everyday
While the butterflies twittered
The bees buzzed and hovered around
the corridors reverberated
with their clamour
Their clomping bustled the ears
The mundane days enlivened with their chitter-chatter
The garden of harmony soon transmuted
Into a bower of eternal spring
But now the trees turned barren
The green leaves of their pristine days
fell into a slumber of stillness
The autumn of emptiness crept in
Their nest swings in the breeze of silence
Awaiting the dawn of yet another spring