In the gentle dawn of springâs embrace,
Petals awaken in a vibrant dance,
Colors weave a tapestry of grace,
Nature’s art in a fleeting glance.
Beneath the blue and endless skies,
A symphony of scents unfolds,
Dew-kissed blooms in soft sunrise,
Stories of rebirth silently told.
The tulips stand in elegant rows,
Daffodils smile in golden hue,
Cherry blossoms in delicate pose,
Whisper secrets to the morning dew.
In fields where wildflowers sway,
The heart finds peace in their song,
Hope blossoms with each passing day,
In springtimeâs arms, where we belong.