New Leaf

The dusty crumpled leaves blossomed with a blow of monsoon rain-bead;

The weary soil put on the dustcles bearing the fresh muddy flavor;

The ploughed farm hide the early water-drib as precious as prosperity;

The thirsty rivulets quaffed the inaugural spring-pour quite greedily;

The fatigued birds draw their wings to douse thoroughly;

I suppose, I got the message:

It is not simply a new season;

It is not barely a new colour of nature;

It is not merely a new beginning;

It is wholely a new way of thinking, trying something novel, aspiring new cherishes.

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