And its spring again

And its spring

with birds chirping,

high or low but you would be smiling

with the force that unfolds smelling so wonderful

beauty all around you

and you see only the wounds!

why? why do you do that to yourself?

I know You no longer jump with joy as the seasons reshape.

But someday you might recall that the beauty within yourself

and let the blooming takes place from inside out.

Let seasons remould you,

let all the past fall away,

and the buds bloom throughout your way

with no validation to sway.

Just you within you blooming with the butterflies turned on nearby.

Let seasons reshape you.