Flowers, pink and white lighting the garden bright, it’s the season of spring And melodies, the birds bring. I see leaves under my shawl too weak and pretty to fall. Looks like the autumn’s near trees ready to shed and clear. I dance with my feet tied and beauty, you’d want to hide, For I’m the autumn tied on your string that can fade your beautiful spring. I’m the autumn to your spring 🍂 #hmpoems #floralseries
