Dear spring is back again,
The winter it has slain.
Bringing the touch of life,
Stinging the coldest knife.

Young leaves are peeping out,
Tender green filled with doubt.
With grass the plains are drowned,
It is green all around.

Bright, blue sky, without smear –
Air so fresh, cool and clear.
Air filled with cries of birds,
Plains filled with joyous herds.

Plants alive with flowers
Of so many colours.
Nature’s best, like mirror
Reflects the smooth river.

After such a long night,
Without a green in sight,
It is once again dawn,
And all green, without fawn.