Raindrops and Summer Springs

Songs of raindrops and summer springs,
the squeal of little fledglings,
the beauty of the rising sun,
the joys of quiet, little fun.
The mesmerising dewdrops on the grass
shining away in their own unique class;
To see the small birds collectively fly
across the wide vast blue sky.

The lonely canter of a horse,
the cry of wild pigs across the moors.
The sight of a village girl milking a cow,
and the slow pace of the farmer's plough.
The sprightly dance of the daffodils,
and the half-naked boy gathering quills.
The deer and its ever-cute doe
and the ripe fruits hanging from the bough.

The silent rustle of the leaves,
and the swish of kitchen sieves,
the frogs, croaking in the rainy dusk,
the enchanting fragrance of musk.
The splash of the waves on the shore
and the waters hugging the oar.
The cry of a newborn baby
and the mother's sweet lullaby.

The presence of the shells in the sea
and the bliss of soliloquy.
The lone whistle of the watchman at night
now here, now there, but out of sight.
A rickety old bullock cart, creaking on its way,
a rooster on the sill, heralding a new day.
These are life's little overlooked joys,
but who cares to wait...and who enjoys?

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