Feelings Within

The birds are singing whistles,
The flowers are gently swinging.
The bees are drinking gleefully,
The blooms are giving hope.

The fragrance of flowers freely flies,
A pleasant glow upon faces rises.
 The plantations greet the colors,
 Faces of joy return their favors.

Pleasure enters like a mansion,
 Yet never brings with it infection.
 Various colors compete within,
 But faith is always the one that wins.

The rising sun awakened me,
 The ringing alarm reminded me.
 These are the piles of my mind’s feelings,
 I long to fly within, like spring.