The radiant morn descends,
nature stirs and sighs.
The velvety mysticity of fog fades,
The dew drops sparkle
Purity descends to the valley
Now to the serene cataract flowing
the virgin comes to fetch water,
Blustery winds, uncertain heralds of certain spring
stirring nodding buds of golden daffodils.
The roses- relics of seasons passed
surviving wasps gorging deep into a russet applecore
The nature blossoms into a paradise
And there is rejuvenation of beauty.