Whispers of Spring and Summer
The morning stirs with tender grace,
A golden glow on nature’s face.
The songbirds wake the sleepy skies,
As blossoms stretch and dreams arise.
In spring, the world is fresh and fair,
With perfume drifting through the air.
Soft winds play games with emerald leaves,
And petals fall like silken sleeves.
The brooklet hums a gentle song,
Where butterflies drift all day long.
Each branch a cradle, softly swung,
Where hope and new beginnings hung.
But as the days grow long and bright,
And noon glows strong with golden light,
Summer walks in with sun-kissed feet,
And warms the earth in steady heat.
The fields grow tall, the trees grow wide,
The rivers swell with pulsing pride.
Children laugh in playful cheer,
Chasing time through skies so clear.
The air is rich with mango's taste,
And time moves slow—there is no haste.
Barefoot steps on grassy ground,
With buzzing bees the only sound.
From spring’s first bloom to summer’s flame,
Each day is never quite the same.
Yet both speak soft in nature’s tongue,.
A ballad sweet, forever sung.
Spring whispers, “Wake, begin anew,”
While summer hums, “Be bold and true.”
Together, they enchant the land,
With colors brushed by nature’s hand.
So let me breathe their blended air,
And find my soul awakened there.
In every leaf and sunbeam bright,
Their whispers fill my heart with light.
Jiger
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