The magic of springtime can be found in the lushness
of new leaves in bare trees, colorful flowers on lonely stems
and bees indulging in the allure of nectar from th bloom.
Cheerful blossoms welcome the blue skies with its rebirth,
signalling that wintertime is over;
Warmth, enthusiasm and fieriness fill the earth, symbolizing that springtime is here.
Vibrant, brilliant, strong, dynamic and colorful are some traits
which characterized people born on springtime, a perfect match for the season;
Yet, at times, weather is windy and rainy but springtime babies flourish through
motion and reason.
Caterpillars metamorphosized into lovely winged angels called butterflies,
not a magic of springtime but a cycle of life;
Life well lived, where love surround and abound, springtime is ripe;
Ripe season, time to reap the bounty from the toil of dream,
In a world where happiness flow like a stream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you Laurie Van Der Hartand Bernard Asuncion for your kind review and comments. Long live the poets👍💥🌟🎆