In This Beautiful Season

In this season when trees Are giving new leaves and Cuckoo seems all gay to Sing from the deep foliage Where should I go leaving This heaven as sky weaves Colored patterns of clouds Embracing flowers in a rage In this season when essence From her body flows into The air at the break of dawn As she wakes up to hum Where should I go to hide From this place of peace With love floating around and Living in joy is now a norm In this season sitting by the Slender stream she weaves a Story of happy union in dreamy Eyes and gives to the bird a smile Where should I go from here When from the marble body She is going to wash I can't help Taking my eyes off for a while