Spring is the most pleasant season in India. In
this season every ¡©body feels happy after the intense cold of winter. All take
interest in out¡© door life.
The earth wears a green dress. Again it comes to
life.
In this season the nature is kind. It gives us
pleasure and joy. The trees, once more look fresh and lovely. They regain their
lost leaves.
The birds were silent in winter. Now they sing
songs. They thank God with thousands of notes. Nature gives a grand feast to
our hungry eyes.
It invites us to come out and take part in the joy
of the world. It presents a lovely sight to our eyes. We get new strength from
the kind mother of nature.
The cool breeze invites us to come into the open.
Buds of flow¡©ers peep to see the beautiful sight of nature. Flowers spread
their sweet smell in all directions. They fill us with pleasure.
It is a season of marriages and feasts. It is this
season when this earth was honoured by the birth of Shri Ram Chandra. It was
again in spring that the coronation of Ram actually took place. Hence the
spring may be called the King of seasons.
The pleasures of the spring are many. We cannot
describe them. We can enjoy them in a village. There nature is in naked form.
Go to the mountain. There the nature is in its true
colour. There everything is untouched by the dirty hand of man. In towns and
cities calendar tells the coming of spring.
But in villages everything tells of its arrival.
Open green field¡¯s present lovely scene to our tired eyes. The people of great
cities like Bombay and Calcutta can hardly know the glory of spring, the king
of seasons.
Trees in the spring present beautiful feast to our
eyes. The sight of green and yellow fields fills our hearts with hope.
The fields promise to give us corn. This lovely
season fills us with the feeling of gratitude to God. We pray to God, the
creator of spring.
The solitude in the lap of a forest and a cave on
mountain present beauties of spring before our eyes.
Unfortunately people fail to appreciate this season
of feast. Spring is the season in which the voice of nature is heard
everywhere. Some¡©one has truly said ¡®spring is the King of all seasons¡¯.
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