When the flowers dance in the breeze,
And the squirrels nibble on their nuts.
When the grass is lush and green and wet and scant,
And when the vibrant colours thrive.
When the breeze is cool and moist,
And the birds sing their beautiful melody.
When the butterflies fly around with their alluring wings,
And the birds sail through the sky.
When you smell the aromatic scent of flowers
That's when you know spring has arrived.
YOU ARE READING
After Midnight《poetry 》
PoetryPoetry written after midnight, Under the pillow, When you have sleepless nights. All rights reserved @IshaalFatima202020 #22nd in haiku
