In the gentle arms of March’s embrace,
The whispering winds begin to sing,
Awakening dreams in a delicate dance,
Where blossoms start their vibrant fling.

The skies paint hues of soft pastel,
As sunlit beams kiss the morning dew,
Fields of promise lay vast and swell,
With every breath, the world renews.

Voices of spring in rustling leaves,
Tell tales of hope in the warming air,
A symphony where nature weaves,
Its tender touch beyond compare.

March carries whispers of what will be,
In each new bud and growing tree,
A promise wrapped in gentle care,
Of life reborn, of dreams laid bare.