In the dawn of gentle spring,
Petals unfurl, their colors sing.
A tapestry of hues so bright,
Painting fields with pure delight.
Beneath the sky’s cerulean dome,
Blossoms burst, finding home.
Whispered winds through gardens weave,
Nature’s gift, a sweet reprieve.
Dew-kissed mornings, fragrant air,
Flowers blooming everywhere.
Softest pinks and golden rays,
Herald springtime’s tender days.
In this dance of life renewed,
Every bloom with grace imbued.
Heartfelt joy in every seed,
Springtime’s promise, love indeed.