Golden Hue Swelling

From my silver dwelling every morning
I view golden hue swelling
The green metamorphosis into gold
As Dear Sun opens his fold and Hush!
He is marvelous with his brush…

The Lush green fields are all gold now
The season is ripe with its bounty
Come hither Behold the Harvest County
Mr. Farmer is whistling and happy
This gold is worth every rupee

He orders here He orders there
He gets everyone on his toes
He promises with every coos
Quiet collect and then loud celebration
Everyone will bid adieu to the season
Let's join hands and finish the job
Then we will welcome the new crop

Every morning I see them working
Open Canvass in front of my eyes
The seasoned painters create new patterns
As they heap their hard work booty
I stand with my cuppa mesmerized
One life cycle complete another bemoans
Nature's mature season keeps saying in clear tones

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