</>When spring blooms with a shower of water, <br />Contrast colors of endlessness are seen every quarter; <br />Every breeze whispers of the splendor of the spring, <br />While some giggles about the dancing leaves. <br /> <br />When spring covers the city, it is great and bright, <br />The city always doth like a garment wear that night; <br />When the light of the moon falls on the white lotus, <br />Changes it into a silver magnificent goblet. <br /> <br />Every morning then, when the sun comes up, <br />To silvers melt the dews on the leaves; <br />Each dropp of water that falls on the water surface, <br />Looks likes baby waves going their ways. <br /> <br />The sun never did more beautifully steep, <br />In its first splendor valley or hill at any means; <br />The river always glides at its own sweet will, <br />The colors of nature never did have a rival. <br /> <br /> <br />all copy rights@meriam joseph.<br /><br />Meriam Joseph<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-contrasts-of-spring/
