When the sweet air of
spring’s first blossom
kiss the clear sky blue,
I think of you.
spring’s first blossom
kiss the clear sky blue,
I think of you.
When the gentle smile of
summer’s first shine
strike the light fields green,
I think of you.
When the tender tears of
monsoon’s first shower
quell the parched earth brown,
I think of you.
When the cool breeze of
autumn’s first song
lull the crisp leaves yellow,
I think of you.
When the soft flakes of
winter’s first snow
greet the lone mountains white,
I think of you.
Always you…
© Tenzin Jigdal