As March arrives with gentle grace,
The earth awakens from its sleep,
A symphony of renewal takes place,
Promises of life begin to seep.
The skies, once gray, now turn to blue,
As sunlight dances on the ground,
Budding leaves and flowers too,
In March, new beauty is found.
The whispering winds carry hope,
With every breath, a fresh embrace,
Nature’s canvas starts to cope,
Painting colors, leaving no trace.
March is where dreams start to bloom,
A time of growth, a season’s birth,
Shedding shadows, dispelling gloom,
Rejoicing in the rebirth of Earth.