Rhyme TIME
Flag of glory

That saffron colour of the sky,

In the midst of day and night.

Where birds with freedom fly,

Promise of a new light.

The snow-covered mountains in white,

An overly beautiful sight,

The gliding blue river,

Of whose beauty there is no price,

The dense forests in green,

Are the home of a diversity,

Where a variety of animals breed,

And give the message of all prosperity.

All these boons,

Constitute a flag of glory,

Where flowers of happiness bloom,

Can be none other than my beloved country.

January brings the snow,

It makes our feet and fingers glow.

February brings the rain,

Thaws the frozen lake again.

March brings breezes loud

and shrill,

And stirs the dancing daffodil.

April brings the primrose sweet,

Scatters daises at our feet.

May brings flocks of pretty lambs,

Skipping by their fleecy dams.

June brings tulips, lilies, roses,

Fills the children’s hands

with posies.

July brings cooling showers,

Apricots and gilly flowers.

August brings the sheaves of corn,

Then the harvest home is borne.

Warm September brings the fruit,

Sportsmen then begin to shoot.

Fresh October is like a present,

Then to gather nuts is pleasant.

Dull November brings the blast,

Then the leaves are whirling fast.

December chilling brings the sleet,

Blazing fire and Christmas treat.

Divyangna Arora, IX-B, St Luke’s Senior Secondary School, Solan