The spring has come with tulips wild,
They seem like carvans on the move
The youth, their charm and ecstatic joy
Of colossal worth and value prove.

The sea that has no bound or marge,
And azure sky that seems so high,
When pitch dark night has upper hand,
They gleam and glint like stars in sky.

How nice the bride-like moon appears,
While touring sky in van of night
At morn, the sun presents a scene
Much grand in sky so blue and bright.

One must have eyes to see these sights
Which vie with each in bloom and grace
For Nature is not wont to sell
The charm appearing on her face.

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