As winter’s grasp begins to wane,
The world awakens, free from pain.
Soft whispers of the budding trees,
Herald the arrival of a gentle breeze.
Fields adorned with hues so bright,
Paint the earth with pure delight.
Blossoms dance in the sun’s embrace,
Nature’s beauty, a tender grace.
Rivers sing a melody so clear,
Washing away the last of fear.
The sky, a canvas of cerulean blue,
Holds promises of dreams anew.
In the heart of spring, hope does bloom,
Banishing the shadows of winter’s gloom.
With every petal, a story unfolds,
Of life reborn and tales retold.