In the tender breath of morning light,
Soft whispers of a season’s dawn,
The earth awakens from its slumber,
As springtime’s gentle hand is drawn.

Blossoms burst in hues of joy,
A tapestry of nature’s grace,
Each petal sings a silent song,
In the warm sun’s soft embrace.

Rivers dance with newfound life,
Their melodies a soothing rhyme,
The world, reborn in vibrant hues,
Celebrates the gift of time.

Beneath the canopy of emerald leaves,
The whispers grow to joyful cheer,
For spring has come to heal the world,
And chase away the winter’s fear.