Every trees had light green leaves, bloomed buds, syrupy breeze and Fragnant flowers all over the carpet of the World, As new as tender Spring.
We played waterball under the basking Sun.

All the leaves of the trees fell down like the angels have fallen.
All got decudious, not spontaneous.
In between the game a plague came, The spring has not yet begun,We had no summer shower, How Autumn have turned?

A tornado came, spinning every sycamore land, left everything dry, it is now called a dryland.
We sowed multiple times, no rain came, now we are waiting for the Monsoon, will he come? Our green fresh feild will be fresh again?
Or the dryland will turn to wasteland forever in refrain?

- ©PhNib☮️