Spring arrives to bloom.
To blossom natural beauty,
to bring the nature alive.
Earthlings get out to mark end
of long hibernation of hidden wishes.
Wishes that they forced,
the whole long cold winters.
Blanket of white, earlier snow,
still exists but in the sky.
The caterpillar in the sleep,
feels the nature to be alive.
Opens his wing in hope,
to enjoy this bliss for long.
But the flowers and the milky skies,
are not there for long?
The wheel of time doesn't stops.
Spring gets dead under wheel of time.
The rainbow flowers,
are now just a pile
of broken, senseless dry leaves.
Long awaited but short lived,
That's nature.
