Spring Wil Come Again

Autumn has swept all leaves petals are withered, scattered to and fro soil is rotting due to its dryness beetle and butterfly have lost their hive chirping of birds have become mute moon is sitting sad along the sky shore as there is non for bath in moonlit night twinklng stars remembering foregoing days when some flower kissed him and his rays now rustling sound echoes there instead of sweet and melodious song. In the silent night moon is sitting in a deep corner with sincere hope, spring will come again then will meet embracement of nature again.