Rhythm of seasons !

A beautiful beauty that quenches thirst of heart

Which fills sprit, with joy head to toe

A gift of gift, that no one can present

A treasure, dug only under, the yard of the creator

A pile of time

Packed in seasons

True and natural rhythm

Spiraling and whirling life’s dance

Beats of eternal drum

 Oh! Creator thy plans

Never collapse. 

Kiramt (rainy season) showers on sea and land

Wet  every soul, unlock door of the seed

All in the heart of earth starts to breed

Mountains adorn, with blanket of green

Valleys with run offs, and falls

Rivers fills to their brim, gush to sea leaves

Dance, with beats  of the drum, and charming rhythm

Oh! Creator Kiramt did duty

 Pass on a relay of beauty

And the skies turn clear, the sun shines free

Yellows  the grasses, shrubs and tree.

Plants comes to flower, a yellow army

Adey Abeba conquers hills and valley

Wereha Tsegie (flowering season) comes with promises

Assure that all sown will come to seed

All thrown becomes a yield.

Oh! Creator thy task gets old never

Always fresh always glitter.

How tiny are years before you

A priceless belonging

That you confer on master and servant

How cheap are days before you

A cherished good

But for you and to all a free grant. 

Worku Belachew Sept. 2015