PRADIP Ranjan Das
Kolkata, West Bengal
The trees are full of blooming flowers,
And fruits in bunches cling,
Bees come buzzing through bowers
They know the path of spring.
Each blossom bursts in brilliant hue,
With colors rich and wide.
The butterflies come flying too,
Their wings spread open wide.
The breeze is blowing soft and sweet,
It fills the heart with cheer.
And birds are singing tunes so neat
The sky is bright and clear!
The ducks all swim in merry flocks
Across the village pond,
While snails peek out from under rocks
To gaze at skies beyond.
It feels just like a painted frame,
A scene so calm and bright
As if the world, with gentle aim,
Has placed a picture right.