Seasons Smile
Seasons come, Seasons go, Past is forgotten, present is forgiven. Memories get aged, get ignored, Dreams are born, get matured And with every season new, A magic is unveiled. For the lengthier days, I wait for the winter to pass by, Never but dislike the non-harsh coldness. I enjoy the yellow and mellow, But not the dry browns. And then, the clouds come down, To bring in a soothing green. When the soil is muddy and at times, awash, Vanishes the tough and noisy monsoon, Blessing with a lovely spring, And it’s then I smile full-hearted. (Like anything plantlike in Kerala.) :) :) :) Image Credits: Picjumbo