Spring Of Youth

I was seeing this moon for years But all of a sudden Moon started looking different. Cuckoo's coos sounded more melodious It seemed a song of melancholy A restive call for his mate. The clouds seemed to carry messages From mysterious lands Wishing to pour down at slightest cause The leaves on the branches Seemed to sing enchanting song and Morning breeze blew with sweetest fragrance. The world looked so different At the spring of youth The melody sprung at this time Still hums like a rippling river