Oh The Season
You ought to be back
As the flowers have to be bloomed
Leaves to be winged in the trees
Birds have to soar in the sky
And resume the earth Greeny
Species frail lacking your Odor
With little Spirit and the vibes
Oh the Time
You lesson me the life
Akin to the flowing river
From season to season
That never ends nor reiterates
Making pretty trails and streams
Along the rocks and mountains
Albeit to apprehend your Patience
So to learn from your Traits
And to comprehend the Self!!
