It's time for you to go O spring -
my spirit is getting ready to endure.
Pink cassia had once covered this earth,
mingled with yellow mustard.
The green is distant now -
dwindling for sure.
I am here to witness a departure -
the passage, fall and withering.
Trees alone will stand this pain;
the earth is beginning to be sore.
This is not a feel to treasure,
not a scene to last for ever.
A spring thrived here once;
the same but it can have no more.
One spring will go- another will come.
Different flowers will herald a summer.
Leaves would pale in hot, blowing winds,
but new sprouts will be there to assure.
The mornings will hurry up now -
evenings will laze in afternoon's burn.
Let the nights sleep in sullied mood,
remembering a lovely spring in yore.
