And the spring was all flowery,
Dazzling with a smile of joy.
The sky blossomed with it's vastness,
The holy clouds peeking through the high.
And, I was looking at it with a heartfelt heed.
Just when the wind streamed in through the vase.
Distorted was the sculpture and the pieces felt apart.
The flowers so radiant and welcoming,
Just as the two birds sitting on the fence.
The aura so composed in it's gleam,
As and when the colours absorbed by!
The white butterfly just by the red rose was telling her story,
Whispering to the petals and dancing in glory.
The window pane was broken in the corner,
Yet gathering up against all odds.
Bewitching was the canvas!
Holding onto an anomaly of indistinct uncertainty.
Poured into the maze of possibilities, it said.
Just as I kept staring through the gaze.