I wept when autumn fled the barren fields
And yet again at winter's solemn close,
But Spring outdistanced me, I could not hold
The beauty of the cherry and the rose.
I sang when I caught hold of summer's feet
Passing through the garden of my soul,
Her flowered prints so manifold and sweet
Across my earth-hewn body gently stole.
I leapt with joy when Nature took my hand
And led me through her golden sunlight's door,
Her mysteries that I might understand
Divulged, and beauty never seen before,
The promise of greater wonders still to come
When earth receives the all-transforming light
And man acknowledging the spirit's home
Sustains an inconceivable delight.
First published in Mother India - May 2004