In the gentle breath of morning’s grace,
The world awakens from its slumber deep,
Petals dance upon the tender breeze,
As life renews its promises to keep.

Beneath the azure sky, a chorus rings,
Of feathered friends in joyous, sweet refrain,
The earth adorned in hues of vibrant green,
As springtime weaves its magic yet again.

Streams cascade with laughter, pure and bright,
While sunlight kisses every leaf and vine,
A tapestry of colors gently spread,
In nature’s artful, ever-changing line.

With every bud that blooms, a hope is born,
In every fragrant breeze, a dream takes flight,
Spring’s tender touch, a promise to the soul,
Of warmth and light beyond the winter’s night.