Time to Celebrate
A poem
I can recall the spring I had while we bid farewell to the snowy nights
Enumerating the days as I wait for the bloomy days to arrive
Souls awaken soaring exuberance after the long twilight
Rediscovering the joys with the very first signs of snowdrops and daffodils
Cozy walks on the green carpet bursting with the buds and butterflies
Buzzing sound of bumblebees making a lovely soundtrack that is quite captivating
This assurance that the spring will triumph once again with its tranquil gaze
But why does it has to freewheel like a bike rolling down the hill?
Is it time to celebrate yet? when did I celebrate it last the breeze that brought the drifting scent?






