In the gentle blush of morning light,
Spring whispers secrets to the breeze.
Buds awaken from their slumber tight,
And life renews with graceful ease.

The meadows dance with colors bright,
As blossoms paint the earth anew.
Birds sing songs of pure delight,
Beneath a sky of azure hue.

Streams once frozen now flow free,
Their laughter echoes through the glen.
Trees adorned in verdant glee,
Stand tall and proud, a verdant zen.

Hearts once weary find their peace,
In springtime’s tender, warm embrace.
As nature’s symphony does not cease,
We find our place within its grace.