Spring - Season Of Gay Poem by Harshini Priyaa

Spring, spring is the season of gay
It tends the kids to joyfully play.
The flower blossoms everywhere, east and west.
The spring season is indeed the best.

The Spring season is gonna soon arrive,
Bid an adieu to the winter - Goodbye.
Trill-trill the Nightingale enchantingly sings,
Bright sunshine and dazzling colours it brings.

The season of gay had already came,
The beauty of the widespread fame.
Everything's growing, the wind is gently blowing
Because now, Spring is here! Spring is here!