As March unfolds with gentle grace,
The winds begin their whispered chase,
Through barren trees and skies anew,
They weave a tapestry of blue.

The daffodils, in golden hue,
Stand tall against the morning dew,
Their petals dance in soft embrace,
As sunlight warms the earth’s cold face.

The streams awaken from their sleep,
With melodies they softly weep,
And every brook and every glen,
Sings songs of life, of spring’s amen.

March brings its promise, pure and bright,
A bridge from winter’s long, cold night,
To days of warmth and skies so clear,
The heart of spring, forever near.