With the changing of season
Spring coming, tiny birds are busy
At the time of new tender leaves nearby
Reflectively making presence of group touring
In the morning soft sunlight, enthusiastically.
Do they have to be ventured in new relationship?
So that they make presence in every twittering
Contracted in brewing of loving mood
Sooner or later everyone settles in mettle
And expresses something in reality without paradox,
Streamlined in heart beating while sitting at higher branches
Of tree, now making new green leaves, floating
Between love and notion of rolling gentleness
Following through all seasons and dreams alongside.