Amaltas

Beautiful, dropping flowers,
golden garlands
on the trees.
Trees have borne
love and lust
for the season,
attracting bees and birds like me.

Trees stand motionless,
as flowers bloom;
happiness creates stillness
for there is sadness in it.
Sadness to loose the
embrace by the flowers
when winters pour in.

I have stayed on you for the last winter,
I have been your companion
in your loneliness.
My little sparrow's chirps
would have perked you up
as it livened me up.
I have felt your loneliness,
your love and your sorrow,
Oh, amaltas !
Accept me as your friend....
as I belong to you.