In the hush of dawn, whispers arise,
Soft petals unfurl beneath the skies,
A tapestry of colors, fresh and bright,
Spring’s gentle touch, a pure delight.
The scent of blossoms fills the air,
Sweet promises beyond compare,
Each bloom a testament to time,
Renewed life in every clime.
Birds sing melodies of cheer,
Echoes of a season dear,
With every note, a story told,
Of warmth returning, breaking cold.
Gentle breezes dance and play,
Through fields where golden rays sway,
Springâs embrace, tender and kind,
Awakens dreams, stirs the mind.