trees are shy
to the nature's charm, it comes and goes
and like a grace that one is too unworthy
to admire
the trees hide
in their green gowns and foggy attires
through leaves and petals they peak
as rain drops
and spring walks, beginning its
melancholy path
in the forest my crown knows no shame
it shines and reflects on the falling
angel tears
i envy nature, thus it envies me
we indulge in freedom, i speak
though unheard,
it sings and humbles the trees
stains the sky and wakes fathomed fauna
i couldn't see; in the humid fog
those eyes which wander
so instead, like a fool,
i looked to you, spring,
and i was filled with melancholy too
