Diya Alwani

In spring's tender embrace, a maiden fair, Her laughter blooms, love beyond compare. Adorned in petals, dancing through the hours, Nature swoons as she decks the bowers. Summer strides, a bold and ardent knight, His gaze aflame, a passionate delight. Sun-kissed encounters, a fervent, sweet chance, A blazing love, an intoxicating dance. Autumn arrives, a wise and golden sage, Whispering tales from life's seasoned page. A painter skilled, crafting hues so keen, A canvas of warmth in gold and green. Lastly, winter weaves a cloak of snow, A gentle hush, love continues to grow. In her icy arms, a peaceful sleep, As seasons intertwine, their stories seep. These seasons, lovers in the grand design, Each one a chapter in a tale divine.

Admire the bliss, Of the pretty ocean. The expansive surface With unending mysteries  beneath the boundlessness. Think about the ocean, if they too get rid of flowing? Settled well, in list of sacrifices, they can barely wait, long enough to feel the vibe. The ocean, I assume, are flowing, as they are aware that, even if they wish hard for something, and strongly bond with something, they won't be able to drop the course....