Spring

My sweater is in the closet, and the sweating is back
It completes the whole year, gives it what it lacks
The flourescent flowers, the beautiful butterflies
Finally, the cold winter has its demise

Every morning the chorus of the cuckoos are heard
The colourful round buds accompany the bird
The mango flower then makes its way
And the delicious fruits aren’t too far-away.

The time of harvest of wheat and other plants
The lovely birds and their high-pitched chant
The bees and earthworms and the ants
These organisms are there just to enchant

The soulful spring season is the heart of the year
The fruits, flowers and flies are also pretty dear