The Spring and Me.
It's a lazy morning,
I murmured myself to woke up.
Out of bed to nature's abode.
All along the Road the fallen leaves and
The dead smiled trees, with purplish forked upstanding,
Twig stuffs of bushes and small Tree's
And Brown leaves under them.
The defoliated trees with the trunks indicating me for rejuvenation.
I smiled for a while and walked away.
The Sun yet to come above me.
And
The lifeless, naked once again to redefine,
Quickensthe clarity and outline of leaves.
Onwards the profound change comes upon them.
The rooted come down to give a new touch
Again it blooms to feel life as a new beginning.
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