The Power of Spring!
The butterflies' fluttering away! The emerald greens have been stretched on grounds and new buds are showing us their blushed tints. Happy Spring to one and all :) This is one poem I recited in my class when I was 11, though I did not understand its deep metaphors then, but now its another time! Enjoy it reading. Spring is like a perhaps hand (which comes carefully out of Nowhere) arranging a window, into which people look (while people stare arranging and changing placing carefully there a strange thing and a known thing here) and changing everything carefully spring is like a perhaps Hand in a window (carefully to and from moving New and Old things,while people stare carefully moving a perhaps fraction of flower here placing an inch of air there) and without breaking anything. ~ Spring is like a perhaps hand by E. E. Cummings~