As winter ends and spring begins;

The birds of dawn begin to sing,
from trees with tiny new leaf-lings,
on brawny branches dangling;

The white snow has disappeared,
the earth littered with flowers sneers,
as smeared are the colors of earth entwined,
on this spring morning fruitful and kind,
to those who rise in the wake of dawn,
and see the night pass along,
the baton of life from winter to spring;

The birds of dawn begin to sing,
from trees with tiny new leaf-lings,
on brawny branches dangling;

My words soon end but not the joy,
nor the sight of colors coy,
and lovers in the sun dance;
And kindle their love anew;
Under skies who shine,
the brightest blue,
with grey that fades from winter to spring;

The birds of dawn begin to sing,
from trees with tiny new leaf-lings,
on brawny branches dangling.

This warm spring morning.

By: Viraj Belgaonkar