The spring is almost here.
Nature thrives in beautiful manifestations.
We witness the magic happen and invite you for the treat.
The rhythm divine.
Seasons are the symphony,
Nature orchestrating,
In Bud and Roots.
With sparrows taking the vocal,
Mother plays the flute.
Beethoven inspired,
Shakespeare dressed the words.
The rhythm from Hosier,
Was the chirp of the birds.
Sit down,
Stay.
Close your eyes. &
Let the music play.