In the gentle dance of March’s breath,
Whispers of spring begin to take their flight,
The earth awakens from its winter death,
Greeting the dawn with colors bright.

Through fields and forests, March’s winds do sweep,
Unveiling blooms that slept beneath the frost,
Each petal, a promise from the deep,
Of warmth and life, no longer lost.

The rivers sing with melodies anew,
As ice retreats and waters flow once more,
Reflecting skies of vibrant blue,
And dreams that stretch from shore to shore.

O March, with gentle touch and tender care,
You lead us from the cold into the light,
A month of hope, rebirth so rare,
In your embrace, the world feels right.