In the gentle hush of morning’s light,
Spring awakens with a delicate sigh,
Blossoms unfurl, kissed by the sun,
Nature’s dance of life has begun.

The whispering breeze carries tales anew,
Of vibrant colors and skies so blue,
Petals of pink and gold softly sway,
In springtime’s tender, sweet ballet.

Streams of silver weave through the glade,
Echoing laughter of the woodland parade,
Birds compose songs of joy and cheer,
Announcing to all that spring is here.

The earth adorned in a verdant gown,
Wears a crown of blossoms, not a frown,
In every corner, life does sing,
A symphony of hope, the gift of spring.