Beneath the gentle touch of warming sun,
Petals unfurl, a tapestry begun.
In fields where morning dew does gleam,
Nature awakens from her winter dream.

The robin sings a sweet, melodious tune,
As daffodils sway beneath the crescent moon.
The breeze carries whispers of renewal,
A promise of life, both tender and dual.

Emerald leaves dance in sunlight’s embrace,
Casting playful shadows upon my face.
Streams murmur softly, a lullaby’s call,
Echoing peace through the forest’s hall.

As buds burst forth in vibrant array,
Hope blossoms with each passing day.
In spring’s gentle arms, we find our place,
A season of renewal, of life’s sweet grace.