Yellow Spring

 Tapping my hands, 

Tapping my hands, 

The click clacks,

And the Ticktocks.

Tapping my hands, 

Tapping my hands, 

With sighs and smiles,

Finally seen the miles.

Tapping my hands,

Tapping my hands, 

Roses and lilies we want,

It has grown with grand. 

Tapping my hands, 

Tapping my hands,

Jumping, soaring high,

Sight in hands and bloomed.

Tapping my hands, 

Tapping my hands, 

Yellow was mellow, 

Sunflowers in my hands, 

Tapping my hands, 

Tapping my hands, 

My heart is full, 

Daisies in Drool!

Tapping my hands, 

Tapping my hands, 

Birds of Paradise, 

Spring has come! Hold it nice!

Before Vernal Equinox

 The land has dried and cold,

The world seems hard and bold,

Precious lives and has been told, 

That bodies are trivial and old.

The world suffered and stopped,

Stopped to its tracked and watched, 

Countries were poked with shocked,

That a virus has skills to chill and kill.

Three years have passed, 

The world is still taken aback,

Recovery is still on hold,

In the stronghold of the world.

The spring will come,

Give it time, it'll be fine,

Life goes on and on, 

Abandon hurt and forlorn.

Wake with the sun up high,

Or with clouds in the sky,

The new season will come and speak, 

To our hearts that strong and meek.

Melodies and strings

Making melody in my heart

Has my passion grown apart,

Making melody in my heart, 

Woes and toes are made of art.

Making strings and lullabies,

Crooning to a baby song,

Making strings and lullabies, 

Has cried with bliss and tears.

Chest-filled laughter and fears, 

Only standing for the brave, 

As tones of the concave, 

Are for great melodies and strings.

Beers and Cheers

People were high!

Strangers do not sigh, 

Stars are brimming in the night sky.

The warm bonfires, 

Crackling wood that stood, 

In the middle of the vast woods.

Cheers can be heard, 

Over the sounds of  birds,

Beers and cheers are blurred!

Smiles and touch stay,

Cold drinks on display, 

Beers and cheers in the middle of the bay!

Memories fade,

Grew fonder with age, 

Beers and cheers can be of aid!

Painters of the Wind

Tiny wings flapped,

Periwinkle started to twinkle,

Giggling while they mingle,

Swooping and flying, 

Laughing and Cackling, 

A sight to behold,

Will it unfold?

Human eyes can't see,

The wind that comes with me,

Littles wings swooping,

Giving colors and soothing,

The wind was clear,

Only feel and hear,

The Colors will adhere.

These tiny hands and feet,

Seeing them is a feat,

These puny flyers with me, 

I will help you see,

The power and wonder, 

Their charm and cheer, 

The painters of the wind would be.

Pop! Pop!

It came floating in the sky,

The wind has given its might,

This has always been a sight,

Pop! Pop! Bubbles in the night.

The night was cold as ice,

Our breath was made of vapors,

With the cold air outside, 

Pop! Pop! Bubbles in the night.

The cheer! The Bliss!

From the innocent child,

Has made our hearts full,

Pop! Pop! Bubbles in the night. 

Coffee and Tea

Hearing the crashing sounds,

The flow of water and its warmth,

The aroma that hit the nostrils,

And the anticipation was a thrill.

You sat near the window and see,

Wishing that rain will seep and drip,

As if an addition to the cup you sip,

The flavor improves drastically.

The half cup was finished,

And the bushy hair that you wanted to see,

Finally arrived with sweat and a smile,

Oh boy! That was made sheepishly.

Your heart skipped for while,

He has ordered his usual tea,

Started talking with an impish grin,

Indeed this place is a canape.

What we drink may be acidic or bitter,

Or seemed ancient or back-numbered, 

But conversations are really sweet,

With a pair of coffee and tea.