by Meru S.
Green grass-covered hills,
Trees decorated with buds,
Gently welcome Spring
A light splattering
Of drops against the window
Are left unnoticed
Gliding flawlessly
Over valley and mountain,
The sound of soft wings
Joyfully sprouting,
Unaware of April’s blues
Rejoice in Spring’s tears
Tortured by the wind
Lost amongst the high branches
Hangs a tattered kite
A gust of warm air
This morning floats serenely
Through colors of May
Sapphire skies; blossoms-
Crimson, golden, emerald-
Swaying in the breeze
The Lighthouse 