Beneath the vast and endless sky,
Where clouds drift softly by,
The gentle winds begin to sing,
Of seasons changing, of the spring.

The sun peeks through with warming rays,
Melting the frost of winter days,
As blossoms bloom and rivers flow,
The earth awakens, fresh and slow.

Yet storms may come with thunder’s roar,
Rain tapping lightly on the door,
A dance of nature, wild and free,
Embracing all, the land and sea.

And as the night draws near and cold,
The stars above in silence hold,
A promise made by weathered time,
In whispers soft, a gentle rhyme.