In the whisper of the morning light,
Spring dances through the trees,
A gentle touch upon the earth,
Awakening dreams with ease.
The blossoms paint the sky with hues,
A tapestry of life reborn,
Each petal sings a song of hope,
As dawn embraces morn.
The brook whispers secrets old,
Beneath the sun’s warm gaze,
In every drop, a story told,
Of springtime’s gentle ways.
A symphony of life unfolds,
In every budding leaf,
Spring’s promise held within its arms,
A balm for winter’s grief.