Begining Of Spring (Part-2) Poem by vikas chaudhary

Trees are looking with greedy eyes,
yellow grass starts burning as sun rise.
Wind is not showing any movements,
OH GOD! these r empty moments.
Mountains turns nacked nd valleys have beauty pain,
everything comes to it's end, planes r waiting for a rain.
leaves have fallen down, Plant seems dead,
butterflies have hidden somewhere and rose is not red.
Where have lost the birds melody singing,
But this end isthe begining of spring,
joys, beauty, nd sweet smell which will it bring.
Here comes the morning of spring,
burried seeds have touched the first rain.
Moving wind is saying loudly''come out u fertilizing grain.
Hills have clothed and flowers smell is spreading all around.
Valleys have been filled by birds, plains are now green ground.
For a pale grass, dew drops acting like a (happiness) tears.
And drinking the dropp as it is thrusty from many years.
Everywhere is greenry, life and creature.
Mix up of these makes a perfect nature.