Bees swarm to her,
The lady crowned with a garden in her hair.

Her limbs, bedecked with blooming roses;
delicate fingers clutch a young lotus.

Eyes of a doe, misty-eyed, lined with kohl;
bow-lips red akin to the bimba fruit.

Steps akin to graceful swans in their flight;
With scents of roses and lilies, her presence alights.

Welcoming the princess of Six Seasons in her grace,
Behold the ever beautiful Spring, in her enchanted embrace.

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Those red-dyed feet against the brown sands of the earth appear like the footsteps of a young bride entering her new home. Look how joyfully she dances in the gardens, calling the songbirds and even the peacocks to perform with her. Each step on the wintery earth forms a new bloom in her wake, and she walks away, leaving behind a trail of fresh jasmine and sweet breeze.

Yellow laburnum as earrings, I admire how those yellow buds delicately graze fair Spring's rosy cheeks. In the sweet breeze, her brown hair escapes the confines of the flower garden, now dancing freely in the wind. The rose blooms break free from their green bracelets, showering themselves upon her head - an ethereal sight rivaling even the beauty of the nymphs from the heavens.

The yellow fabric that Spring adorns, a symbol of renewal and vitality, flutters in the morning zephyr, scattering crushed yet colorful petals to her onlookers, who stand dazed and enchanted. Words fail to capture her ethereal presence, and eyes struggle to fully grasp her enchanting beauty.

The leaves turn green again, and the scent of flowers is heavy in the air. The Love God prepares to sharpen his arrows, for Spring is also the season of lovers. The cold, wintery earth gradually awakens as Spring traverses the land, instilling joy, beauty, and love in the hearts of all who bear witness to her arrival.

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