Rhyme time
Spring time

The harsh winters have gone

And sun is rising early in the morn

The leafless trees are no more

Clothes of green they have worn

The pleasant temperature

Brings smile on the face of every creature

Refreshing aroma is all around

And grass once again is growing on the ground

This is the most pleasant season of the year

Neither harsh temperature to bear

Nor tight jackets and sweaters to wear

It is the time when bees go for nectar hunt

I want this season to remain for 12 months