Winter is about to move on,
To the southern hemisphere,
Stuffing into a travel bag,
All its accessories,
Its frost and snow and hails,
Its piercing winds and gales,
Are all packed up for now,
To be soon carried away.
And Nature is busy once again,
In making everything perfect,
With music, colours and fragrance,
To greet Spring, the royal guest.
Who arrives with the pomp of a king,
Making everyone feel delighted,
With renewed life force and vigour,
At the end of the unkind weather.
I notice the sun shining brighter,
Emanating more light and warmth,
Helping leaves and grass grow greener,
And the tiny buds turn blossoms.
I can see birds hopping merrily,
Picking up little twigs and straw, To build their nests and forward,
The eternal process of creation.
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