The Spring Is Coming Poem by Mohammad Younus

Over the dry and yellow trees
sweep the cold winter winds
In the gloomy sky the dim sun...
peeps through the white clouds

The bees find no flowers to sip
their nectar;
Dismayed and dejected...
they go in hybernation...
till the spring comes back...
With crowds of fragrant flowers...
blooming everywhere

The ducks are in the cold waters,
But still we find them swimming...
in joy giving a saucy wink,
And silently in gentle words saying,
We are safe here as safe as can be,
Come and swim with us,
You will not drown or freeze here,
These waters have been made...
for us to live and swim,

Let none get disappointed, brothers,
Let us live through the winters,
And meet the coming spring.

Mykoul