they
spread out under the golden sun,
and
make such a pretty sight.
Growing
under the skies with colours so blue,
they
sway to the tune
of the
winds that swiftly blew.
Swarm
of bees come with numbers so strong,
they
suck nectar and dance
on the
flowers with a tuneful song.
The
girl crowned with a wreath so fine,
the
waters in the lake stand still
charmed
by a face so divine.
A
flower never was seen with hues so pure,
the
earth is but a carpet of lavender
taking everybody into
its lure.
© 2014 Abhijit Pandit
