By Ravi Ranganathan
Just a touch of sunshine on tender leaves
And the tree smiles; white doves whisper notes
A twitter So familiar to my ears; anecdotes
Of childhood days even as the heart grieves.
Just a gentle rustling sigh of parting breeze
When they sail to caress the distance hills
Moving on and on to wherever God Wills
Even as they wave taking leave of trees
Just a summer’s declining shine on fallen twigs
Wishing it a brief reverie and a sweet repose
A rejuvenated birth after the seasonal throes
When the spring would pump life into the sprigs.
Just a tired summer hides for a period of prose
As a season switches, last traces of scorch are erased
Autumn entwines the environ, yellow is showcased
Nature will reveal a new summer in its next dispose!
By Ravi Ranganathan
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