The Four Seasons

   The Four Seasons

The motherly earth is the table of birthday

Where the pristine nature has framed within it

The juvenile halcyon spring starts embroidering it

And the sheet of cloud as the ship of sky sailed

Across the sea of sky and sheds its tears down

To quench the long thirst with greater hopes

Through azure sky blazes an eyne of heaven

Where the creatures hide under cool canopy

And lie on the wave of carpeted green grass

From an inviting home of wild thyme

The flying creatures played their own flute and

Breathe an aromatic spray from  its pouncet-box

When the last reap of contentment is over

The crunchy leaves crashed on the crispy ground

Now turns into pale yellow and fallen sick

Though brief length the death of autumn is

Its beauty never dies but it’s the temporary sleep

For it has enveloped in the seeds of autumn.

Too short a day is when one wishes the sun back

Its ebony body undresses the cloths, and shiver

When the snow crowned the high peaks

Everyone hide in hide, high and low, heat is need

This change of nature’s beauty engrave the best picture

And it remains in this museum of immortal words