In gardens where the sunlight sings,
The springtime flowers start to rise,
With petals soft like angel wings,
They paint the earth with vibrant skies.

Daffodils and tulips greet,
The morning dew upon their face,
In every corner, every street,
They bring their charm, their gentle grace.

Blossoms dance in fragrant air,
A symphony of colors bright,
Each flower tells a story fair,
Of warmth and love, of pure delight.

As springtime weaves its magic spell,
The world awakens, fresh and new,
In every bloom, a tale to tell,
Of life reborn, of dreams come true.