aside    SEASONS:FROM DIARY

When the winds are gone

And the trees don’t sway.

When the children stop cry

And the birds stop fly.

When the winter makes cry

And the snow takes its sigh.

When the flakes mount a mill

And the icicles are born.

When the waters freeze

And makes you chill.

When the trees stand still

And as silent as I

When the gentle breeze resumes

And the violets say bye.

When the green says hi

And the birds sweetly sigh.

When the stars glow above

And the eagles soar high.

When the blossoms cup

And flies sow the seed.

When the waters tinkle

And the dew kisses feet.

When the fruits are born

And hope starts to creep.

When the sun scorches above

And the sweat drenches you.

When the breeze intoxicates

And the incense showers

When the long days bore

 And the nights lull.

When you start to harvest

And are fed up of it.

When there is hurry to harvest

And time ceases to sense.

When the green turns yellow

                                     And the waters turn shallow.

When the leaves fall apart

And the nature turns dim.

When the exams are gone

And problems are still on.

EVEN THEN EVERY SEASON BRINGS

AND HOPES OF A BETTER TOMORROW

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