What breeze is this that softly flows,
Scattering flowers wherever it goes.
There’s something unique in its tender embrace,
That lights up my heart with a fragrant grace.
The path once waiting for spring to appear,
Now comes like a cloud, bringing it near.
A bud will soon bloom into a flower,
This season of love holds magical power.
The bees will hum, their chorus will rise,
As the breeze carries whispers across the skies.
This world moves on, driven by love,
Showering its essence from heaven above.
Without love, the world would falter and fade,
It’s love that teaches and keeps it arrayed.
O ‘Geet,’ this truth is timeless and true,
For love is the song that life renews.
6.05pm 21 Dec 2023
