It's springtime...

Little birdie jumping from the nearby tree to my window ,
And back to the tree again;
It does so several times,
As if playing a hopping game,
And enjoying and having fun;
The little birdie doesn't know,
It's not just he who is having fun;
But me too who is watching him,
And enjoying the show by him...
I see him knocking on my window ,
And wonder if he's watching his beauty ,
By seeing his reflection on the glass window;
He for sure is enjoying the sweet nectar ,
From the little flowers on the tree;
I watch and behold the beauty he offers ,
And here comes another sight to behold!
Two little squirrels join the stage ,
They jump n play around the branches of the nearby mango tree,
Enjoying the sweetness of the ripe mangoes;
I can see quite a few bright orange mangoes,
Half eaten by these little squirrels...
I think its festive season for the little animals,
For it's spring and full of life...
The bright green leaves, the bright red flowers,
The bright orange mangoes,
The chirping little birdies,
The dancing little squirrels,
It's a sight to behold....
A very sweet sight that nature offers for free...