Talking to trees In nature's bliss Spring holds sway Decongesting nature's way Feeble boughs bloom Hope finds a room There’s a resurgence And gloom’s divergence Exotic fragrance fills the air Butterflies come out of their lair There’s a lavish show of colours In shades, symmetry and contours Spring harbingers a rebirth Dawn chauffeurs mirth Nature is in good times Trees swirl in pleasant rhymes First place podium finish in Poetry Soup