Rejuvenation

The radiant morn descends,
nature stirs and sighs.
The velvety mysticity of fog fades,
greenery shines;
The dew drops sparkle
Purity descends to the valley

Now to the serene cataract flowing
the virgin comes to fetch water,
aesthecity descends;
Blustery winds, uncertain heralds of certain spring
stirring nodding buds of golden daffodils.

The roses- relics of seasons passed
surviving wasps gorging deep into a russet applecore
The nature blossoms into a paradise
And there is rejuvenation of beauty.