The Gar­den

Woman's Era - - Editorial -

Bright, blos­som­ing flow­ers Sig­ni­fy­ing life at its colour­ful best The sea­son's first few showers Add to the splen­dour and zest As the sun goes down And the stars be­gin to glit­ter in the sky The earth that was golden brown Is now moist with love, and no more dry Fresh, tiny green leaves Sprout as the earth soaks up water A sigh of re­lief the wind heaves With the moon ris­ing up a quar­ter Leisurely ad­vances the night Trees sway in the cool breeze Dawn ap­proaches, and soon it's light The buds bloom into flow­ers with ease Tiny drops of dew on the plants Re­veal na­ture's unadul­ter­ated glee And of the mil­lion in­sects, worms and ants For, na­ture has an­swered the gar­den's plea Af­ter months of dry, dif­fi­cult times The rain has brought with it great de­light The rustling of leaves sounds like chimes In the house, joy­ous and bright. – Mina Dilip.

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