Pretty Spring

Every year comes the season of spring

By the Almighty's pull of an invisible string

In spring the flora & fauna rejoices colourfully

Like nature we also make merry gleefully

In gloomy winter flowers don't blossom naturally

But the advent of spring brightens them spontaneously

The trees wear a colour of a burning flame

One may get confused but can not blame

Cuckoos signal the ushering with a melodious voice

This indicates the arrival of their season of choice

Although days become hot evenings are cosy

For all these aspects poets depict it as rosy.