Swikar Rana Magar10 'D'
Every Spring I see the birds flock around,
Trying to find whole grains to feed their love on ground
Every morning, they sing the song of spring love
Hoping to see the ever green summer grove.
The summer arrives with loads of joy
The kids in the playground playing with their toy,
Happiness shines in the face of everyone here
May summer leave goodness forever and ever here.
The withering of leaves starts
Day shortens and painters paint their art,
Crispy leaf and red, brown coloured hue
The burning of summer woods brings home a few.
The cold winter arrives with thick far of shoes
People cherish the livelihood with comfort and loose,
A hot cupo of coffee with cinnamon sticks
Hope spring again shall bring the flowers of beautiful silks.