Spring.

Deep bluish azure sky above,
Scented breeze of mother nature,
Whistling music of winged creature,
And blossoming varied color of flower,
Has begun to paint and shower.

Astounding marriages of beauties has stolen infinite,
Even the angriest tide is at ease,
And thousand another intoxicated
Robbing all mourns.
And young sunshine has rose and started to shower.

The thousand feet happily dances in joy,
And strings of heart plucked unconditionally,
The season of beauty has finally arrived.
And Harmonious joy has overflowed beyond the boundaries.
The spring is in the air.