Poem: A ray of hope

The season of hope is here,

filled with colors of life. 

The season of love 

we call Spring

scatters love all around –

Morpho’s love 

love for florets 

flowerets’ love for dew drops.

The bees hum around

butterflies and birds

sing and tweet 

and gather around 

the blossoming flowers. 

Amid cool breeze

and sweet scents

petals bloom.

The flourishing flora show

that nothing

Time continues to tick 

the autumn departs

and the spring arrives.

The swaps symbolize

far better things 

and far better ways.

Better than those gone forever?