Strands

A bee with honey came to me.

Asked me to relish it in the memory of thee.

From a sky came bird to me.

Gave me the feathers to flee.

Group of butterflies arrived in great glee.

A nature's devotee.

Gave me the canvas to draw.

All came and stand in a row.

"Why are you so happy today? 

This happiness came from which way?"

I asked them a series of questions.

To bring their attention.

"Today we saw her, with strands of hair

On one side of her face!

Gorgeous face!

Clad in a beautiful yellow dress.

Since the time we saw her.

There had come an end to all the inner war!

Her image got imprinted on our heart wall.

Which make us feel like spring

Even in this dry fall."

They all answered in unison, 

Went back into her mansion!