In the whisper of morning’s glow,
Petals stir with dreams anew,
Awakening from winterâs shadow,
To bathe in skies of endless blue.
The tender shoots rise from earthâs embrace,
Cradled by the sunâs warm hand,
Each leaf a testament to grace,
A dance that sweeps across the land.
Birds weave songs through fragrant air,
Melodies of hope and light,
Natureâs symphony, beyond compare,
Guiding hearts from cold to bright.
As spring weaves tales of life reborn,
We find our spirits gently stirred,
Embracing change, no longer worn,
In every bloom, a whispered word.