The Spring Season is called the Queen of seasons. In spring, Nature is as beautiful and charming as a bride. It is neither hot nor cold. The weather is delightfully cool. Trees put on new leaves. There are signs of new life in the fields, gardens, forests and in everything. Spring brings us fresh life.
Nature presents to us a great variety and manifests her beauty in a thousand shapes. How delightful it is to observe the flowers; the rose, the lily, the daisy, the narcissus, the hyacinth and the marigold! What a feast for the eyes! How fragrant to smell and how delicate to touch.
The varied pageant of their colours, their three-fold appeal to the senses of sight, smell, and touch transport us with pleasure. Dew drops on the green grass look like pearls.
The daffodils tossing their heads in sprightly dance, the sun pouring its gold on the snowclad peaks of mountains, stars shining like a swarm of golden bees, gentle winds blowing, the sweet songs of birds, are some of the beautiful pictures of the Spring season.
Poets like Wordsworth, Shelley, Byron, Keats and Kalidas owed their inspiration to spring. Wordsworth found God, Keats found beauty and Shelley found love in Spring. Shakespeare found tongues in trees, sermons in stones, books in brooks and good in everything.
Poets have danced in joy to see the various beauties of Spring which reveal in unmistakable terms that God combines in himself the poet, the painter the singer, the sculptor and the architect. A visit to Kashmir will show us the workmanship of God.
When we praise the painters and poets who paint the beauties of Spring in colours and words, why should we not owe a deep debt of gratitude to God who has placed at our disposal priceless treasures which are inexhaustible?
Beauties of Spring, not only feast our eyes, gladden our hearts and purify our souls, but they have also a spiritual message. They have an educative value. We learn more from Nature than we learn from our dull and dry books.
Besides this, beauties of Spring teach us many morals-beauty, truth, patience and forbearance. In Spring, a worried man finds peace; a seeker after truth finds truth; a philosopher, philosophy, a saint, presence of God; a lover of beauty, beauty; a poet, inspiration, and a painter, stimulus.
Long live ‘Spring’ to delight, inspire and teach us!
by William Wordsworth (1770 – 1850)
I wander’d lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils,
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretch’d in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced, but they
Outdid the sparkling waves in glee:—
A poet could not but be gay
In such a jocund company!
I gazed, and gazed, but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.