By Aria Sheth
The tiny, shimmering leaves,
When the wind blows,
Flutter like marvellous butterflies,
With their brilliant orange and green glow.
These butterflies reflect the sunlight,
The sunlight announcing the arrival of spring.
And the wind is unpredictable
Yet the birds, they joyfully sing.
‘Tis the season that marks
The blooming of vibrant flowers.
But as I shift my gaze momentarily,
The wind seems to lose its power.
The alternating fluttering & stillness
Of the leaves, it intrigues me.
And despite the chaotic roads and bridges,
This queer scene fills my heart with glee.

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