As winter’s chill begins to wane,
The earth awakens once again,
With tender shoots and blossoms bright,
Spring emerges, pure delight.

The skies, now donned in azure blue,
Invite the sun to kiss the dew,
Birds sing songs of hope and cheer,
Heralding a season dear.

Gentle breezes, soft and mild,
Carry scents of nature wild,
Flowers bloom, a vibrant spree,
Painting fields in harmony.

In every heart, a silent song,
A promise that we, too, belong,
To cycles old, yet ever new,
Spring’s embrace, a gift so true.