SPRINGTIME

Persephone slumbers beneath earth's fair ground,

Aroused by the warmth of Sun and cuckoo's sound,

She strikes up the grand symphony of Spring,

Croci and daffodils start there wakening,

Heralding the golden dawn of life's re-birthing,

When man too can waken from his idle sleep,

And like the snow drop , above soul's mire he'll peep.

Spring is a gracious and auspicious time,

When hope rises and fresh visions come sublime