And Spring Has Arrived

And spring has arrived Draped in colors from Varied flowers With birds flitting from Here to there and sing From bowers And spring has arrived With soft wind blowing From the vales Flowers sway with its Touch and spill into air Fragrant trails And spring has arrived With a shepherd singing With his flute Sitting reclined against Trunk of a tree on its Expanding root And spring has arrived With a clear sky dabbed With fleecy cloud Touching feet of village Lasses the stream moves On singing aloud