The last berry, the buzz and birdsong
would pass unnoticed
who'd shed a tear on
the perishing last blossom
The onset of autumn
is hailed with little warmth
The spring is greeted so dear
The eyes open wide
to set on the
first flower in bloom
first squirrel out of hibernation
So sweet in the ears are the
first call of cuckoo
and the first bee's buzz
Why spring is so special
but autumn is not?
Samanmalee Abayasiri
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