In the gentle embrace of March’s breath,
Whispers of change stir the silent earth,
The sun returns with its golden thread,
Weaving warmth where winter had its berth.

The trees awaken, stretching toward the light,
Buds unfurl in a delicate, green ballet,
A symphony of life takes flight,
As nature paints the world in hues of day.

The rains descend with a tender song,
Caressing fields with a nurturing grace,
Each drop a promise, where dreams belong,
Reviving the spirit of this sacred place.

In March’s dance of renewal and hope,
We find our souls in the gentle sway,
Embracing the light, learning to cope,
With the whispered promise of each new day.