During spring times, when springs do sing,
Their own sweet swallows, in melody they bring,
A symphony of seasons, a year's graceful rhyme,
Life's pulsating heartbeat, captured in time.
Life unfolds, a song so divine,
A bell in our school, its chime does shine,
A clink of fortune, a note so bright,
In the dance of existence, a pure delight.
With feelings akin to ringing bells,
On New Year's cards, the melody swells,
Fortune's tune, in our school it starts,
Spreading and reaching, capturing our hearts.
As we enter the classroom, life's sacred space,
Swallows chirp, building love's embrace,
Secret dates and tastes so sweet,
Family forming, a melody complete.
Loud notes of music, by time and by hour,
Life's grand composition, a captivating power,
Breezes whisper in our garden's domain,
Caressing trees, flowers, a fragrant refrain.
Roses more aromatic than a dream,
Our assets, our thoughts in a colorful stream,
Wishes, emotions, love's sweet embrace,
Enjoyed throughout time, life's intricate grace.
Swallows and spring, in love entwined,
A symphony of moments, beautifully designed,
Melodies of life, resounding and true,
In the heart's chorus, forever anew.
GRISH DAVTIAN
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