Happy days are here again
As we say goodbye to torrential rain
The sun shines again in bright blue skies
Migrant birds are chirping in the trees
New Butterflies keep flitting around
The park is alive with nature’s sounds
Winter flowers are now in full bloom
Quieting hopefully the prophets of doom
...migrant birds are chirping....; that's my favorite, sandra...i love to watch them n listen to their chirping, dear....thanks for sharing...
Sandra, a wonderful cheerful poem that can only spread Happy Days. Beautiful imagery you have displayed within it. Top marks and thanks for sharing it my friend. Hugs David
Lovely Sandra. Just shows how much we rely on the seasons to do what it should do. There is beautiful imagery in this poem too! 10 love Karin
Loved your perky landscape; but no, I doubt the doomsters will never be content.
It's the divine play of ringing out and ringing in seasonal in cycles...a happy poem on a happy season....those migrant chirping birds....even we find in great number at a nearby place called 'Koondankulam'.....that is really refreshing....thank you
And I am happy to read this piece, Sandra.Hope everyday will always be a happy day. A lovely and happy write..! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
always happy days here to stay.........we are all have to enjoy it...........