Specially bloomed for the spring,

Beautiful flowers with wings.

Red, blue and yellow,

All across the meadow.

They bring delight to all with their beauty,

Decked bright enough for a deity.

All looked forward to the spring this year,

But everyone missed it including me and my dear.

The flowers in my garden bloomed bright and lovely,

When I stayed in a lockdown lonely.

I wasn’t allowed to be amused by their beauty,

Staying indoors to be safe was my duty.

How I felt when I had to chop them down,

For a fallen one who needed a crown.

Little did I know that the flower I grew,

Will adorn a precious flower slew.

Spring was over and out came summer,

With hearts and minds dimmer than ever.

My beautiful garden was now all dry,

And how a spring passed without bright smiles was extraordinary.

I am hopeful that a spring will come again,

To fill the meadows with flowers again.

They will bring bright smiles and colorful lives,

To bring us out of our beehives.