In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life. It goes on. ~ Robert Frost
The colorful buds bloom epril
The young calf skips in the open fields
Families of geese fly south every winter
Beautiful white swans swim gracefully in the pond
The crow sits on the kitchen window every afternoon
The bumble bee visits his favorite gladiolus in the garden
The shepherd takes out his sheep on the grassy hills
Mother hen gathers her chicks in the barnyard at dusk
The rains spreads a green carpet over the earth
After the cuckoo has sung his melodies in summer
Fireworks color the sky every New Year's Eve
Skeletons dance every Halloween
The newspaper boy whistles every morning, as he drops newspapers in mail boxes
The old couple still take walks every evening holding hands
Little Amy cuts her birthday cake while family and friends sing for her
Father John prays that departed souls might rest in peace
Mr Frank screams at kids picking berries from his garden tree
Young Lucy waits for Mr Brown to be back home after work
Come December, beautiful snowflakes, paint the town in white
And in just a few months the bright sun lights up every garden...
... and so, life keeps going on...
By Deepti Mhaske
The colorful buds bloom eprilThe young calf skips in the open fields
Families of geese fly south every winter
Beautiful white swans swim gracefully in the pond
The crow sits on the kitchen window every afternoon
The bumble bee visits his favorite gladiolus in the garden
The shepherd takes out his sheep on the grassy hills
Mother hen gathers her chicks in the barnyard at dusk
The rains spreads a green carpet over the earth
After the cuckoo has sung his melodies in summer
Fireworks color the sky every New Year's Eve
Skeletons dance every Halloween
The newspaper boy whistles every morning, as he drops newspapers in mail boxes
The old couple still take walks every evening holding hands
Little Amy cuts her birthday cake while family and friends sing for her
Father John prays that departed souls might rest in peace
Mr Frank screams at kids picking berries from his garden tree
Young Lucy waits for Mr Brown to be back home after work
Come December, beautiful snowflakes, paint the town in white
And in just a few months the bright sun lights up every garden...
... and so, life keeps going on...
By Deepti Mhaske
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