Author: Mridul Jain, Class VI B
How good to lie a little while
And look up through the trees
The leaves of autumn are like a smile
So is the autumn breeze.
Then I shiver in the winter cold
And wish nowhere to go
I see through my windows of gold
The trees hanging with snow.
The woodlands, now filled with cherry shower
And sheets of rosy lilac wreaths
I bend and smell every sweet flower
That enjoys the air it breathes.
I seem to love dear Nature in her rush
And the way she likes to tease
With rich blossoms that seem to gleam and blush
But don’t wish to stay with ease.
