A Portrait Of Spring

By Kayin Borang

I am golden as the sun, when barefoot I remain,

Buried under the oceanic grass of buoyant hues.

A vivacious spectacle of springtime's advent,

With the loveliest of breeze and vivid imbues.

And amidst the greenery, some speckles of colors,

As those wild peonies gaze from the crowd,

In brilliance of sublime shades, with dulcet trails,

While rocking forth in blossoming endowed.

Upon those petals, a flock of bees grazes,

And in their tiny pouches, gorge the yellow dust.

With their antique jackets of striped feathers,

Plunging across the air in moments of stardust.

And there the grasshoppers too, swoop

From blades to blades, across their own forest,

While creaking in tunes of gladness and youth,

In their charming spring wear without a rest!

While the ladybug, in a dotted shell of scarlet,

Upon a leaf, whispers sweetly of mindfulness

Like a sage, with teachings of humanity

Over the feral surface, it quietly dwells.

By Kayin Borang