Ode To The Four Seasons

Summer, autumn, spring and winter

Which one comes first in these wonders?

Maybe winter because world should be cleaned

Ere the living start with their elation

So winter wind will do first

Perhaps the summer, because to survive we need food

So to grow anything they need water

But water is available only in summer

Of course autumn and spring might be same

With the dilemma of this wonder

Which one I can put first!

Oh! What a fastidious sound I do hear

A voice from the heart of nightingale

Beds in the garden all filled with the blossomed flowers

And toddler crawling in the absent of cheers

Yes I got it now! It is spring that starts the season

Spring! A season of a calm mind

All covered by the young green

With the beauties of real nature like of youth

Were hairs will be with different designs

Applying the finest branded

Like a daffodil in the pool of human happiness

Their dressing will be with fancy styles

And love affairs will be for a day or another

Like of roses with many bees around their petals

Pleasure seems to overwhelmed the means

Our youth age is as same as that of spring

  

 Summer! A season of the busy stage

Were sky will be with full of activities

With the metabolism of pouring the rains

Nature around us are all grown strong

I see everywhere with the dense evergreen

But rare coloured flowers are still there

Were I can match with the human stage of adolescence

After crossing the youth, a phase of modification

Human are left to develop our own way of surviving

The world belongs to individual to be busy yourself

Human happiness decide from these period

In the service of agriculture “the utopian world of farmer”

This is a season with full of agriculture activities

But in this season “hard working” matters a lot

These ages will be full of activities

Activities that help you to lead happy living in the next seasons

Animals around human orbits will be in full swing

Catching for the food in travel with the “travail”

Storing for the next season to come

With the adolescent, busy with the works of wit

 Sacrificing the hours of late night

Taking the meaning of happiness with their suffering

(Suffer now to enjoy later)

Summer the season of sweat with sweet dreaming

Autumn! The season of falling leaves

Trees are all without dress standing alone

Farmers were happily collecting their crops

And field were all barren like a centre of Sahara desert

Oh! What a boring old age in human too

Always thinking about the youth age

Counting the lovers, admirers and enemies we had

Sometimes breaking the chuckles in loneliness

Regretting on the face we changed

Energy we possessed, and things we did wrong

The body will be full of wrinkles

Like a irrigation terrace in the watery land

Lessons are the another wit in old age

(Beauties are temporary, more the part mind is important)

Educating and story narrating are the main work in old age

After autumn, winter the age “ready to die” yet to come

Mountains are all cover by the huge snowfall

The lands are all change into the barren land

Human around are all dress with thick clothes

And animals are suffering from the green food

By the wonder of season it is now winter

A season of a “dry world”

Everything dried and eagerly waiting for the new spring

With the new happiness to come

In the human realm, as we are old

As if we are only waiting for our doom day

Counting the mantra at last moment

Sitting near the warm oven

Bed! Well prepared for ever

Always with the miseries of own youth era

Oh! What a connection of our human phase

With that of nature wonder

I wish spring would last forever

And I would stay as a youth evermore

The four seasons, the wonder of the nature

Human changes the wonder of the metabolism

But the connection of these two

Wonder of the “ode to the four seasons”