Flower's bloom and fall,
tides rise and roll,
yet nature's beauty never spring in warmth and fame.
It's in this time that otter's play,
the parrot searches it 's mate;
and when upon the gravy green
comes calling the rain,
its love that blooms again.
The drops that fall shine in and out,
like diamond deep blue and grey,
silent poets,lovers whisle aloud,
its rain that blesses again.
The crying orphan loses hate ,anger and pain,
as the reliving music sans abound again,
Centuries of isolation and desolation disappear,
SO devine,magical and healing is the Spring rain.
------------------------------------------------------uddalak banerjee(class ix b ,vms)
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