Seasons have their cycle. They move like a wheel. They come and after a fixed period of time. “The old order changeth, yielding place to new.”
Seasons come and go and bring variety in our life. In the absence of seasons life would have been an old affair – a tale told by an idiot.
Every season has its own charm and spell. Indian summer is a seasons of mellow fruitfulness.
Essay on Spring Season in English Language
The rainy season brings refreshing rains after the killing heat of summer.
Our perspiring melts into a soothing effect. Indian autumn brings with it the azur sky with floating white clouds and the atmosphere of Pujas.
Winter is a health giving season and spring has all its famous romantic charms of flowers, new green leaves and singing birds.
I like all seasons but, of course, I put my premier choice on the spring season. The spring season is the season of the youth and for the students.
Students have a love world, a dream world and a world of youthfulness. Spring exactly fits into pattern of life. It has strong appeal to us.
Every spring creates a new heaven, a new earth. It sings a new life after every winter. Winter has a killing effect on our life.
It chills our body and mind. It makes Nature bare and naked. But “If winter comes can spring be far behind ?” No spring does come with a new light, new life and atmosphere.
The chilly wind passes away. The squeezed up body comes out of its dead fold. The shrinking mind expands. Nature shakes off her old dress.
Rather let me say nature has no dress at all in winter. But she puts a new grab (dress) in spring. New green leaves peep out from the branches.
Cuckoos catch our mind by their clear throated songs. It is simply a pleasure to sit by our windows and look beyond. Nature is changed overnight.
At one stride pleasure steps into our mind in full. This spring comes every year inspite of our suffering in life, inspite of the fever and the fret.
It touches the heart of the well off, it touches the heart of the undergo. Spring flowers will come with all their colourful pattern.
War may come, war may go but spring will shower its romantic blessings. Spring will come even in Vietnam. It does not make any distinction.
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