In the hush of morning’s light, anew,
Awakens the dream of skies so blue.
Blossoms dance on zephyrs mild,
Nature’s canvas, tender and wild.

Soft petals paint the earth with grace,
In vibrant hues, they find their place.
Birds sing a melody, sweet and clear,
As springtime whispers in our ear.

The sun’s embrace, warm and kind,
Melts away the winter’s bind.
Streams of gold on fields of green,
A symphony of sights unseen.

Hope blossoms in each budding tree,
A promise of what’s yet to be.
In springtime’s tender, fleeting breath,
We find life’s beauty, defying death.