Waiting for the rest of the blooms to bloom,
the tender buds to break out into clusters of petals and sepals.
Delicately shivering in the wet morning breeze,
attracting bees and butterflies with their faint magnetic fragrance.
Waiting for the rest of the blooms to bloom,
the flowers to outnumber the leaves, the colours to contrast with the greens.
Bunches of reds, whites, pinks, tenderly bowing with their weights.
intoxicating the passer-by with their sweet scent and beauty.
Waiting for the monsoon, so that the Earth could come alive,
succeeding in imparting life, which only the magical rain water could give.
Waiting one day at a time, for the dark clouds to loom, for that abrupt shower,
to turn into consistent downpour.
the tender buds to break out into clusters of petals and sepals.
Delicately shivering in the wet morning breeze,
attracting bees and butterflies with their faint magnetic fragrance.
Waiting for the rest of the blooms to bloom,
the flowers to outnumber the leaves, the colours to contrast with the greens.
Bunches of reds, whites, pinks, tenderly bowing with their weights.
intoxicating the passer-by with their sweet scent and beauty.
Waiting for the monsoon, so that the Earth could come alive,
succeeding in imparting life, which only the magical rain water could give.
Waiting one day at a time, for the dark clouds to loom, for that abrupt shower,
to turn into consistent downpour.
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