In January’s chill, the world sleeps tight,
With whispers of snow under the moonlight.
Dreams of February, tender and sweet,
Promise of warmth in the cold’s retreat.

March steps softly, with a gentle breeze,
Awakening life from dormant freeze.
Buds on branches begin their dance,
In nature’s grand and vibrant trance.

April arrives with a radiant glow,
Dressing the earth where flowers grow.
Raindrops fall in a rhythmic song,
Nurturing life as days grow long.

Each month a chapter, a story told,
Of seasons shifting, bold and bold.
From winter’s grasp to spring’s embrace,
Time moves on with a gentle grace.