Spring's Lullaby: A Nature Poem

Spring's Lullaby

Spring's a season of colours. A season of gentle awakening for all of us. The radiant nature of spring is also reflected in this lullaby, which is energetically bright yet doesn't lose the softness of a lullaby. This poem is an expression of my experience of spring.

The Spring sings to me,

Sings its wonders heavenly.

'Neath a Cherry Blossom I sit,

Pink presents fall, a smile's lit.

The Spring sings to me,

Hums surreal sights with glee.

Golden dewdrops, few Frangipani, some Peregrina,

Also Yellow bells, and many a Jacaranda.

"You bring so much variety, don't You Spring?",

Blows a soft wind to quietly caress - "Relish My essence in quiet; a true living,".

The Spring sings to me,

Sings life's awakening mirthfully.

Squirrels merrily scuttle up trees,

Wagtails play hiding behind leaves.

Lost are these joys simple

to men, who tread concrete, admire buildings of glass ample.

The Spring sings to me,

Hums its distinct sounds joyfully.

I hear the dance of Spring's flora

to the beats of the graceful wind, a colourless aurora.

The myna's chirps are mellowed undertones

to the busy bee's loud buzzy tones.

Awestruck I am by Nature's art,

The art of balance that has always won many a heart.

The Spring sings to me,

Sings its soothing smells melodiously.

"Oh!", I exclaim, seeing the Cherry Blossom pink-ly blush,

When temperate scents of wind, to embrace it, rush.

Freshness emanated by the dew-covered grass

compliments the sweet fallen Frangipani, turning hues of brass.

Overwhelmed are my eyes at the sight of this colourful fest,

Around me, to welcome Summer, lies a carpet of blossoms rest.

My eyes close, I am ready to slumber,

The Spring's unusual lullaby has left me in wonder.

Gaurav Chandra Tuli