The Season

We encounter different colors in nature 

The mountains wrap with green trees

The gardens and valleys filled with blossoms

Generating varieties of delicious scent

Bees competing over nectars, bird chirping

And the whole earth becomes alive.

Now the students started their busy schedule

The days seems longer

Children quickening for ice-cream

Somewhere people die longing for stream,

Some suffer for shelter,

But some lives in everlasting joy.

Yet, an alive begin to die,

Scents and noise vanishes bit by bit

The greenery transform into diverse color.

Leaves unhurriedly fall down

And cover up roads and paths

I cannot beg them to stay longer.

Students become serious in revision

Ultimately, the fallen leaves buried under soil,

Dusty and windy over takes and places

Students are blissful to gallop home

Some cries over mess up examination

Some worry and mourn for parting

The days are frozen and chilly

People exit to gather lumbers

Some leave to purchase feathery outfit

Oh! Winter has arrived. The beauty of naure!