In the tender breath of March, a whisper starts to sing,
The earth stirs gently, beneath a silvered wing.
Buds begin their dance, in the gentle morning light,
Promises of spring, unfold in the soft twilight.
The skies, a tapestry of colors bold and bright,
As winter’s chill retreats, surrendering to light.
Rivers, once frozen, now hum a lively tune,
Echoing the promise of warmth, beneath the moon.
Fields awaken slowly, dressed in vibrant green,
The world begins to shimmer, with a hopeful sheen.
Birds return with melodies, sweet and pure,
Singing to the cadence of lifeâs ancient cure.
March, a gentle herald, of days yet to unfold,
Whispers of renewal, in stories yet untold.
A prelude to the blooming, a canvas fresh and wide,
In the heart of nature, where new dreams reside.