The Seasons
It's like a protagonist, Elucidating to us, The life,the laughs The love,the joy The changes and moods "oh! life is like the seasons!" The childish sun, peeping Out through the silver lining Struggling to emit all its strength! Then the cloudy days, With the firmament, Quite angry and frowning. But alas!showering down All the blessings Up from above! And here comes the trees Dotted with orange,brown and yellows. Bright, though they might seem Are really dull days for the trees! Colourful, though they make the streets, Are really dark days for them! But not so late Comes the blooming buds, The Mazard trees hanging with cherries: The colourful days, Which brings in hopes and joy, In the young faces! So,comes the cool side, The windy side of all good things: With the leafless branches, Reaching up the long blue cloak! The poor,running helter-skelter For their comforts! These are the seasons, With reasons and Their own justifications!