SERVING BEAUTY

Blossoms, yellow ,white and red

Smile to the morning sun.

The breeze hasten the shivering

With cold and snow ,

Yet powerful to pass

The fragrance to corners farthest.

The sleepy bees from their slumber

Startle, as arrows hit the targets.

With youngsters ready for the trip

Find easily the way.

Delighted with joy , the butterflies,

Not far behind, the humming and whistling

Of the guests, widen the eyes of the host,

The sign of warm welcome !

Rush in sucking , no queue, no discipline,

Yet calm the provider , fondles all over,

Smiles, looking to the little ones

As mothers to the babies feeding.

Colors, size and creed various are

Still no problem for the host to identify

Till it falls, ready lap for all,

Smiles to the babies,departing,

Lying on the ground , motionless !

Sayed Thangal