Springtime Poem by Aarushi Chatterjee

When poppies bloom and springdales dance
when the grey squirrels jump about in play
as the new leaves flutter in the wind afresh
as the gentle spring breeze makes its way.

'How beautiful! ' sighs the golden peacock
as he perches on top of a tree.
'the soothing freshness of the wind
makes me feel so free! '

there are flowers on the tree branches
dewdrops clinging to the grass
which the blue-crested pigeon says
looks like a gleaming glass.

watch out while touching the scented roses
because they contain ferocious thorns
as the nightingale spreads her wings
cocks and coos, as she blows her horns.

the beautiful melody rings through the trees
through the grass, through the gate, through my ears
Beautiful, I murmur, to the birds and the boughs
and my faithful puppy-dog hears.